Above control
I like to hear
I like your eyes
It brings me joy
You'd fit in mine
I love to sow
I have for so
Bear it on
I want to know
To see the low
It's getting madder than you know
I want to go see you now
I love, I love, I love, I love, I love
I love, I love, I love, I love, I love
Above control
Above control
With the waking hours
Something I can't go without
I want to say but I don't
Who is my avalanche
Something gotta take me out
To be above control
Say it
Get out my life
Get me out
Get out my life
And send me
Above control
Dumb enough to see you, bear it on
Now you see me walking on
Somebody sees you, somebody sees your ground
Get out, get out
Above control
Have you seen me walking on solid
Have you seen me walking on solid ground?
/ I spent uncounted hours sitting at the bow looking at the water and the sky, studying each wave, different from the last, seeing how it caught the light, the air, the wind; watching patterns, the sweep of it all, and letting it take me. The sea. /
This is one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard and, honestly, I just have no words to describe this abyss of feeligs it wakes in me. As if these shades of beauty and sadness were born at the time of the creation of this world and have been evolving all the time time along with it. But maybe there is something divine inside of this music, something unreal that cannot be realized and understood, but what always lives in the depths of the human soul. And whatever I may say, this will always be not enough.
This music is boundless and eternal, like the endless movement of waves rolling on the endless coast, spreaded from the edge to the edge, over and over again. Only the sea and the stones, only the sound of the surf, only the endless sky and wind, only you and no one else and nothing else in the whole world. And the world few of us keep inside.
