Looking at the remnants of this once glorious town

Where the clowns were used to be the crowned

I put my hands on a neon god they made

Once shining on a heavenly parade

The salty breeze took me back to a summer

Of a wicked yet comely newcomer

And the ships be weary

On nights cold and dreary

She was the waves that pulled my feet

When city lights and stars did compete

The ocean was screaming back at me

As loud as she could ever be

Let this harbor be my last haven

Before I set my sail and my heart caves in

So the tears I tried to elude

Have to be over as rain subdued

She was the waves that pulled my soul

The depth that swallowed me as a whole

The ocean is screaming back at me

As frank as she could ever be

the angler and his anger,

Andri Kurniawan