Fog holds you prisoner Tide is coming in Still you poke the charcoal To stir the ash again I can't hold the waves back Or try to understand Why you haunt the wreckage here Half-buried in the sand If you stop dredging up the past I will forget those things you said But the black water is too deep For your drag hooks to raise the dead Like ocean currents There's an ebb and flow Though we desperately hold on Sometimes you must let go Even a shoreline Is never quite the same How can we reconcile A path of shifting blame? If you stop dredging up the past I will forget those things you said But the black water is too deep For your drag hooks to raise the dead
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|Tristan Loper||Cover Photography||https://www.flickr.com/photos/tristanloper/29820898238/in/photostream/|
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