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);
To depths of sea where creatures
The hands are reaching in from overboard.
The sounds are even too distressed
And too many ropes are tied.
And I realize we have to make the best.
Give me this moment (I'll wade);
To depths of sea where creatures
And give me this moment. I′ll wade
Give me this moment (I'll wade);
To depths of sea where creatures
Can watch me drown (Give me this moment)
Watch me drown (Anchors drag me down)