on sunday i wonder what you're doing
the more i dream the more i come apart
when lovers fall they're breathing underwater
they never feel the waves crashing over

The waves are gentle. It is the drowning that kills. Get back to the surface. Stop trying to sink. Please. You have to breathe.

You are about to throw away something truly precious. Something everyone receives from God but once in their life. A poisonous gift...but the greatest gift of all.