RIVIERA - Nothing Left

Nothing left, nothing left.
Floating on the glass, nothing left to find.
Pink sky, empty beach chair,
Distant boat humming a low drone.
Long shadows stretch across the empty heap.
Wait for the sun, wait for the wind, wait for the tide.
There is nothing left to fight, nothing left to find,
Nothing left, nothing left.
Floating on the glass, nothing left to find.
Underneath the surface, cold and quiet,
I am losing the shape of my name.