Waters edge, not just in mind,
wash away this thing of mine.
Tide, turn me black and blue.
Sink me under the waves,
wash me up on a shore,
a place I\'ve never been before.
Fill my lungs,
than spit me back up.
Let me breath in air,
that I had forgotten.
Turn me \'round and \'round,
till it washes away,
what I need to forget,
the things that made me sick.