Us, Ghosts - Finders

There's a wave coming down to take me out,
To wash me away. With no sense of up or down
I've lost myself, I'm sinking deep.

My breath is running short,
I've got to do something to make it ashore.
I swim from this floor
Seeking salvation on broken boards.

I emerge to discover there's nothing, With no trace of hope.
This is a road I must travel alone,
A road that will lead me back to the shore again.
It seems that every breath is farther gone then the last.
I'm on the verge of collapsing,
And things are always seeming to get worse.

I've been searching,
But nothing ever comes close to being found
With each day passing more and more slowly,
I'm holding on with no sign of land.
I only wish that, I only wish that I
Could figure out the place of which I belong.
I keep telling myself to breathe.
I like to believe, that one day I'll break free.

Please stop wasting all your breath,
You’re just standing in the way.
Stop the lies, Step aside
You prevent these hands to reach.
As I hover over depths
Watching these steps, These steps I take.
My mind is just,
My mind is set.
And there’s nothing left to say.

These waves may take you far
Come back where you belong.
This world may never change
one day I'll break free.