Evening Gray and Morning Red - Phinehas

Wading in dark waters, a shovel at my side

Digging a grave for the depths to fill with defeat that I would hide

Hearing grace kiss the waves but afraid of the breakers roar

Who would set sail to hold a candle amidst a thunderstorm?

Like a hand grasping to sand I am filled and emptied constantly

How could I quiet the ocean that’s in front of me?

Toil and sweat and aspiration is but wringing rags into the deep

Tell me how I would ever stay the swarming seas

Am I chasing the wind?

Am I drowning in the shallow end?

Counting every step I take and boundaries you’ve assigned

But Davy Jones he beckons me back to die amongst the brine

Feet still sinking further, my body’s run a shore

Only in my nightmares have I seen this once before

Drowning in the shallow under the weight of the undertow

Drowning in the shallow under the weight of the undertow

Like a hand grasping to sand I am filled and emptied constantly

How could I quiet the ocean that’s in front of me?

Toil and sweat and aspiration is but wringing rags into the deep

Tell me how I would ever stay the swarming seas

Am I chasing the wind?

Am I drowning in the shallow end?

Am I chasing the wind?

Am I drowning in the shallow end?