| Level the sea and keep it still I lay down in the salt. Beat me until I feel you drowning and the surf will throw you back to me Hide in the ocean And I'm on dry land Come bubbling, babbling to the surface like the day you walked on the water Drag me through the sand and let the waves pour on us Rolling in the tide -- I'm tired. �2001 Christa Midcap |
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