Testo The Ocean

You are everything
You are everything
And I’m not running anymore

You’ve pried me open
Like a drawer
I want for nothing
Than is more
This is the poets beauty
The kind I dream of
You have shook me to my core
And I want more and more

You are the ocean
And the moon that controls it
The proof and the reason of time

The racing white horses
All these feelings and forces
The truth to believe in or find

You are everything You are everything
Yeah I know nothing’s ever sure
So hold me, Gala Salvador
As if we’re floating metaphor

Within the poets beauty
The kind I scream of
You have pushed me to the core
And I want more and more

The waves are rolling like the
Soothing by and by the
Known white shore

You are the ocean
And the moon that controls it
The proof and the reason of time

The racing white horses
All these feelings and forces
The truth that I’m needing to find
(The truth that I’m needing to find)
(You are everything)

You are everything
You are everything