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

Returning Current

Non-denominational devotional pop music from Toronto / Los Angeles. 

Returning Current

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