| Drifting further out to sea
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| My strength will soon be leaving me
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| Our ships have sunk or run aground
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| And only sharks now swim around
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| Smashed and battered by the waves
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| Still hold out hope of being saved
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| And every passing ship a chance
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| Salvation in a touching glance
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| I may need dreams from time to time
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| But dreams aren’t keeping me alive
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| My dreams have torn my life in two
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| Now I just need a rock to cling to
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| I’m often closer than I think
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| Yet my grip is far too weak
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| I grab a box and swim away
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| Time and time and time again
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| But not for me this time, I guess
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| And then the next and then the next
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| Is my fear of being saved
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| Greater than my fear of crashing waves?
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| I may need dreams from time to time
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| But dreams aren’t keeping me alive
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| My dreams have torn my life in two
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| Now I just need a rock to cling to |