I am in troubled water,
and my ship is sinking below.
Nature is dragging me deeper
to the seabed which swallows me slow.
But do you call my name
So that I can find my way to shore
Do you you call my name
So that I can find my way to you.
Words are riding the storm soon,
angered but slightly peaceful.
Fear the thirst of old Neptune,
whose temper sends out a seagull.
I need something to hold on
I've been sinking for too long.
But I will fight it to the end.
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