Go to the shore and, pray for the sea.
Go towards the mirror and, pray that you'll see,
Downtown, go downtown.
Go to the waves of grain in the center of the state.
Go to a parking lot, sit on the ground, and cry.
You'll never know why.
Go to the ocean on a ship.
Wave goodbye to the waves and the frozen shit
that was in your heart.
Time slows when it goes away.