Her every day is like her last,
Same situations, seen so many times before.
For her the future's like the past;
Bitter, broken, shattered, torn.
She can't remember the last time that she smiled,
No more emotions in her heart.
Caught in a web spun by her own relentless mind,
And it's breaking her apart.
This stretch of ocean is her life,
Her ships have sunk to sandy graves,
The lonely winds cry out their sorrow,
The warm horizon brings no joy,
A drowning wish beneath the waves.
And once again those diamond tears
Spill from those shining eyes, that still nobody knows.
Nobody precious in her heart,
No loving arms to hold her close.
This stretch of ocean is her life,
Her ships have sunk to sandy graves,
The lonely winds cry out their sorrow,
The warm horizon brings no joy,
A drowning wish beneath the waves.
This stretch of ocean is her life,
She's all alone to face the tide,
The lonely winds cry out their sorrow,
Driving to the empty skies,
Fading dreams where hope has died.
