And I'll be here by the ocean
Just waiting for proof that there's
Sunsets and silhouette dreams
All my sand castles fall
Like the ashes of cigarettes
And every wave drags me to sea
I could stand here for hours
Just to ask God the question
"Is everyone here make-believe?"
With a tear in His voice
He said, "Son, that's the question."
Does this deafening silence mean nothing
To no one but me?