I love a man who committed to the sea

Still, I can see him in my future

Luckily this world is a disaster

I might be a survivor but not this time

I'm waiting, looking at the thin line between the sea and the sky

I have your coordinates located in my mind

I'm waiting at the coast hoping the sea will rise

So there will be no reasons for me to try living on this land

In an alternate universe I would meet you at the port

Hopefully the chief would sort me into room 32

Definitely you would be in 34

The tunnel lay low between our rooms

The wind would blow the ship at the highest speed

The waves were gonna let us meet long enough to be tied along the tide

There were no crossroads before my eyes

Instead we looked at the sky and realised we held on different constellations

We might have meant to be parted

So we could grow the fastest as we can

Then the lighthouse will find us back on the same land

We would hold hands until we drowned