We aim for progress but we’re met with complications
And whether it’s to face or cover up, we smile
The sign by the ocean house says “closed for renovations,”
But there’s been a demolition and we’re all just in denial

I sleep in a room with relics of something i pushed through
Once cluttered with condolences, it’s empty now
The things we convince ourselves are temporary renew
And it’s time, i think, that we let the ink dry out

I’ve got tattoos of the past
And i am kicking up sand with your ghost
Cause i’m never more alive than when you’re close
So i’ll keep sand between these pages
When i’m retreating from the coast
To keep a little bit of you with me when i am needing you the most

I just thought i’d let you know that i see something good ahead
I just thought i'd let you know that i see something good: