there's something in the air, coming off the water, tonightnlike i'm inhaling something so certain: inhale, exhalenafter each wave resounds i hear anothernand ripples always follow othersnndont tell anyonethat i told you thisnbut i dont think that i will forgive you for thisnand i know i wasnt the best of friendsnbut tell me which lie to beleive againni know i gave this wound no chance to mendntell me would it really matter in the end?nni'm so tired of seeing the same wavy reflectionni want the wind in my lungs so i can breathe directionnso perfect and true, so unlike you, so unlike anyone i knownnif you're a sight for sore eyes then sew mine shutnif you're home sweet home, then home i'm notnlet's have one last embrace for old time's sakenon second thought let's not