We took a cab to a beach you had discovered While I was away.

You told me that you had washed your soul in these waters And that I had to see its magic

You once told me that each sea Has a different mind

I spent time thinking of what you meant

Trying to see if I could see

What you see when you come here

For escape

The blues are different.

I see it as fact that the water has different effects on us

depending on what we need

You need these waters for healing, I can see Maybe you need healing from me

Maybe it's my I'm sorrys you need

And these waters are the only place they can wash you

Anew.

I'm sorry if I trapped you.

I hope you can hear me over the roar of your new favorite seas.

And I hope you can still hear me even if I have to go.

Healing looks different on every shore.