Easter Sunday came in like a wave
Cresting after building up for days
I look out as far as I can to find you, my horizon
I could never see anything past you

Despite today, everything’s yet to bloom
But nature has a way of leaving room
to expand, or else it bursts through. Oh, the simple methods we use to confine it

Nothing ever captures you.

Easter Sunday came in like a wave
With the capacity to wash away
Everything that we have been through, but not how much that we grew
I could never drown sailing along with you