The ocean dwells in lonely life and storm How different am I from wooden boat that barely stays afloat? And too many ropes are tied And I realize we have to make the best
Give me this moment; I'll wade into the ocean Anchors drag me down to depths of sea Where creatures can watch me drown The hands are reaching in from overboard The sounds are even too distressed to try and tape record Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
