I want you but you can’t have me,
I’m both more and less than enough.
I come on unevenly, like the sun, storms, or tides –
and the weather’s a hard thing to love.
Sent warning to folks too near to my shores:
time's come that you might want to go;
this storm’s not done yet, still some hell to pay,
and the sea is already full.
The sea’s already full –
tears overflowing the waves.
Yeah, the sea’s already full –
words are drying out up there above us,
but down here it's just quiet that remains.
Trying at stirring the cream out of my coffee,
I feel I’m going to get it up out someday.
I just hit it real big, on striking it poor –
heaven'd forfend, but not for me not down here today.
Lightning flashes right up out of the waves –
we all feel much more than what keeps us well.
Hope dies so hard, it’s easy to miss and lament
– but the sea is already full.
Oh yeah, the sea’s already full,
all those old tears spraying from the waves.
Well, the sea’s already full –
words dried out and flew off.
When getting along and moving-on are
at raised fists inside both of us
we're on opposite sides of the same disease and nobody knows what to cure.
I've been falling down
from genuine to charlatan,
right here within my own life like this –
Well, I’m done with my dumb doe-eyed dreaming.
Done with appearances, & all that.
done with hoping I'll be seen by acceding
since exceptions [will] either kill or become
new bad habits.
So yeah damn this old sea’s sure already full –
old tears finally sleeping, wrapped up in a wave,
Yes, this sea’s already full –
the sea, is the sea, is the sea,
and her heaviest quiet
Is what will remain.
