Returning Current

Like a monk or a mystic

Quiet on the outside

Northern lights colluding on the inside

The air around me humid as Hawaii

With my evaporated desire

I am recurring

I am tidal

Returning current

Looking out at the surf, at the cursing waves

My good friend told me

My grandmother showed me

That every seventh wave is the biggest one

And seven years to the day

With those leaden dream legs

I’m trying to run, run, run away

I am recurring

I am tidal

Returning current

When I feel this way I wanna run, run, run away

When I catch this wave I gotta ride it all the way

I am recurring

I am tidal

I am recurring

I am tidal

I am recurring

I am tidal

Returning current