Calling Back To The Sea

Crawling back. It's a calling back to the sea, so I could rest my case, give me time to breathe. I keep crawling back - responding to the shadows at the sea, so I could test my faith. Hey, find sense of comfort - the waves keep on crashing down, down, down, down. Five cents for the triumphants - everyone rushing to drown, drown, drown. Holding back, holding back the unease. Must test the space between us, youll see. Won't you haunt me back? For the taunt I might have caused for the sleepless, peaceless pause.