I want to ride the wave to leave it all behind to be washed away I will conquer the sun to steal the light that marks myself - (it started as a surprise a well-known friend invading the nights am I not what I ought to be spinning around in my darkened room.) - I'll ride the wave to leave it all behind to be washed away I'll conquer the sunto steal the light that marks myself - ride the wave ride the wave ride the wave (rusted chair in the corner sheets - empty words - erased cover the shades unspoken wishes echoing to the centre Ahead! they said - prefered to stay in the past.) I don't need to whisper I prefer to roar if you want to touch me I'm already a part of the undertow if you want to seek me I'm already sunken if you want to drown me - I'm already drunk