I sit here and remember my sister
I remember how my sister jumped into those cold,dark,waves
I remember it as if it were yesterday

I remember sitting here and watching I watched her climb up to the top of a cliff
I remember her smiling as she jumped of of the cliff into those cold,dark,waves
I remember screaming as I jumped into those cold,dark,waves
I remember screaming as I searched frantically for my dear sister

I remember asking myself why she would have jumped into those cold,dark,waves
And now I think I have the answer

Love
Love is as cruel as those cold,dark,waves
Love claims your life like those cold,dark,waves
Love is what made my sister jump into those cold,dark,waves
Love is like the brother of the cold,dark waves of hatred that keep rolling around inside of us

I sit here and remember my sister
I remember how my sister jumped into those cold,dark,waves
I remember it as if it were yesterday

I remember sitting here and watching I watched her climb up to the top of a cliff
I remember her smiling as she jumped of of the cliff into those cold,dark,waves
I remember my screams,
I remember my search
But, even so, those cold,dark,waves...

They have seemed oddly beautiful as of late
Their currents like fingertips, beckoning me in
I climb to the top and smile at my mother as I jump into those col,dark,waves...