Walking along the high tide line. Watching the pacific from the sidelines.
Wonder what it means to live together? Looking for more than just guidelines.

Looking for signs in the night sky. Wishing that I wasn’t such a nice guy.
Wonder what it means to live forever? Wonder what it means to die?

I know that there’s a meaning to it all. A little resurrection every time I fall.
You got your babies, I got my hearses. Every blessing comes with a set of curses.
I got my vices, I got my vice verses. I got my vice verses.

The wind could be my new obsession. The wind could be my new depression.
The wind goes anywhere it wants to. Wishing that I learned my lesson.

The ocean sounds like a garage band. Coming at me like a drunk man.
The ocean tells me a thousand stories. None of them are lies.

I know that there’s a meaning to it all. A little resurrection every time I fall.
You got your babies, I got my hearses. Every blessing comes with a set of curses.
I got my vices, I got my vice verses. I got my vice verses.

Let the pacific laugh. Be on my epitaph.
With it’s rising and falling. And after all, it’s just water.
And I am just soul. With a body of water and bones. Water and bones.

Where is God in the night sky? Where is God in the city light?
Where is God in the earthquake? Where is God in the genocide?

Where are you in my broken heart? Everything seems to fall apart. Everything feels rusted over. Tell me that you’re there.

I know that there’s a meaning to it all.
A little resurrection every time I fall.
You got your babies, I got my hearses.
Every blessing comes with a set of curses.
I got my vices, I got my vice verses.
These are my vice verses.
These are my vice verses. Yeah. These are my vice verses.

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