And maybe she's just tired
Maybe she just needs a break
From all these accusations
You refuse to make

Maybe she just wants the sun
To cast its light
Only on
The things you've done wrong

Perhaps the song
She so desperately croons
Will bring peace to the tide
In a time not too soon

Perhaps the waves
So rough and so fierce
Will show her what
She has come to crave

This unfit mother nature
Misguides her children
Leading them from sea to sky
Resting in assurance
That the blind do not expect
What they will find

Their minds
Too young to comprehend
The time they'll spend
Wrestling the angels
To return them to sea