Waiting for Morning to Come - Being As An Ocean

I still lie awake at night

Dreaming, doubting, reveling

Please, give my hand the words to write

Because I just need this off my mind

Please, give my tongue the language to speak

Refuse to bend to this world of blight

Communication

Communication, bleed from my veins to the page

Unlock the capillaries

My inner securities

Given a preview to all of this pain

I’m only aching from their weight

I’m only aching from their weight

I’m only aching

And I’ll sing about love

Even when it’s so hard to trust

Still point towards compassion

Though sometimes I’m scared

(And I’ll sing about love)

And I’ll sing about love

Even when it’s so hard to trust

Still point towards compassion

Though sometimes I’m scared

In truth, this is our escape as much as theirs

Dancing, sweating, bleeding

Passion, give my lungs the air to declare your name

Because I’ve seen gardens wither in apathy and shame

Seen the prevailing of frozen water over the splitting rock

The sweeping of snow o’er the plains

(And I’ll sing about love)

And I’ll sing about love

Even when it’s so hard to trust

Still point towards compassion

Though sometimes I’m scared of being touched

And I’ll sing about love

Even when it’s so hard to trust

Still point towards compassion

Though sometimes I’m scared of being touched

Give me strength to raise your banner

Testify, «Not all is lost!»

Communion, from the crowd to the stage

Baptism in the rhythms

We all lose our way

We all long to be saved, we all bleed the same!

We’re only aching from the weight

We’re only aching

Give us strength, give us passion

Baptism in the rhythms

Give us strength, give us passion

Baptism in the rhythms

Give us strength, give us passion

So child, take up your courage, quiet your mind

They are only the strains of living

The vibrating of the strings

We have to learn to see the beauty

In the struggle, play on when our fingers bleed

I’ll take existence, in all of its substance

Count it all a blessing

This life will stretch and grow you

We’re only aching from beating out the time

And no matter how we mistrust the light

We’re all waiting for morning

We’re all waiting for morning