Let the rip pull you out, don't fight the current
Slide along the rocks to the shoreline collapsing
Paddle south and post-up beyond where the foam implodes
Watch the horizon for all the waves approaching
It's a long time to linger suspended on the surface
As the movement consumes you pulls you out deeper
Our origins are liquid in between peaks that are placid
The shorelines are all dried up, the horizon is rising
The great wave
The great wave
Don't wait until the rain dies, saline-deranged eyes
Low-tides that's deep lie as high fills the inside
Storms approach from deep out of the ocean
As inland the land slides, but the underlying friction
Go offshore to anchor, be wary of where the ripple pull
The dim light of the buoy, the black ships all passing
Our origins are liquid in between peaks that are placid
The map is at the creases, the shoreline is receding
The great wave
The great wave
The great wave
The great wave
Here in the moment I am somewhere else
Drifting through the current, eternity
This strained old world was once ice, I believe
All that's left of it now is the flood line
All that's left of it now is the flood line
All that's left of it now is the flood
The great wave
The great wave
The great wave
The great wave
