Your boat lies On choppy seas as the waves crash down Spilling over the side Like holy water A chance to purify To wash away the fight To reconcile with everyone you've failed Your wife, your daughters, your son Reconcile
As you sink into the deep And as the water fills your lungs Let it take the place of longing And sink down into a better life Free from all your woes Free from all your failures As you hear the words Oh, my son Be reconciled Oh, my son Be reconciledTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
