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Tide is rolling like the years of my existence Tide is rolling and time is rolling on I smell these flowers with creases on my forehead I smell my ocean all dusty and alone My brother laughing gliding across the water Relaxed and carving the story of our lives Excavation digging up our mother Whales breaching calling me back home See I been hollowed from the center By my place in this big old world Salt waters running through my veins And I'll be fine when I get home She's recognizing the tide inside her mind Sometimes I'm high and sometimes I am low I know myself and these creases on my forehead I am a good man solid and alone See I been hollowed from the center By my place in this big old world Salt waters running through my veins And I'll be fine when I get home Building up inside oh great divine I need this time With all my might I will pour my heart into the ocean Aus Songtexte Mania