The Ocean - Wallis Bird

You are everything

You are everything

And I’m not running anymore

You’ve pried me open

Like a drawer

I want for nothing

Than is more

This is the poets beauty

The kind I dream of

You have shook me to my core

And I want more and more

You are the ocean

And the moon that controls it

The proof and the reason of time

The racing white horses

All these feelings and forces

The truth to believe in or find

You are everything

You are everything

Yeah I know nothing’s ever sure

So hold me, Gala Salvador

As if we’re floating metaphor

Within the poets beauty

The kind I scream of

You have pushed me to the core

And I want more and more

The waves are rolling like the

Soothing by and by the

Known white shore

You are the ocean

And the moon that controls it

The proof and the reason of time

The racing white horses

All these feelings and forces

The truth that I’m needing to find

(The truth that I’m needing to find)

(You are everything)

You are everything

You are everything