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