Dean Lewis - Waves - 2016


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There is a swelling storm,
and i'm caught up 
in the middle of it all.
And it takes control,
of the person that I thought I was,
the boy I used to know.

But there, Is a light,
In the dark, and I feel its warmth.
In my hands, and my heart,
Why can't I hold on?


It comes and goes in waves,
It always does, it always does.
We watch as our young hearts fade,
Into the flood, into the flood



The Freedom, of falling,
a feeling I thought was set in stone.
It slips through, my fingers,
I'm trying hard to let go,
but it comes and goes in waves,
It comes and goes in waves,
and carries us away.


Through the wind,
down to the place we used to lay
when we were kids.
Memories, of a stolen place,
Caught in the silence,
an echo lost in space.


It comes and goes in waves,
It always does, it always does.
We watch as our young hearts fade,
Into the flood, into the flood.


The Freedom, of falling,
a feeling I thought was set in stone.
It slips through, my fingers,
I'm trying hard to let go,
but it comes and goes in waves,
It comes and goes in waves,
and carries us away.


I watched my wild youth,
disappear in front of my eyes.
Moments of magic and wonder,
seem so hard to find.
Is it ever coming back again?
Is it ever coming back again?
Take me back to the feeling when,
everything was left to find.


It comes and goes in waves,
It always does, ow it always does.


The Freedom, of falling,
a feeling I thought was set in stone.
It slips through, my fingers,
I'm trying hard to let go,
It comes and goes in waves,
It comes and goes in waves,
and carries us away.

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