- cifra
Out on the sea we'd be forgiven
Our bodies stopped, the spirit leaving
Wouldn't you like to know how far you've got left to go
Somebody's child
Nobody made you
It's not what you stole
It's what they gave you
In or out you go
In your silence your soul
Would you rather go unwilling?
The heart is full and now it's spilling
Barreling down the steps
Only a moment left
In hind of sight no peace of mind
Where you begin and I'm defined
Daughter of unconscious fate
Time will tell in spite of me
In hind of sight no peace of mind
It begins and we'll be fine
Where shadows bend and suddenly
The world becomes
And swallows me in
Whistle to a friend
Gentle till the end
Anyway, in a name
She takes shape just the same
