That was supernatural
To watch it roll right back
So I will let it bloom
Like the foamy wave
There are always gonna be
False alarms
But they are something
You can count on
I know different now
To look for no right time
And catch the breeze
I will never see
Am I allowed to be you
Are you allowed to be me
Will they dig us out from our graves
Just to save a seat
There will be no judge
For what I am
Or where to be
Just one light above
And one underneath me
