Move at a constant, so no one can pin you down. When the tide comes back in we’ll catch you off guard and drifting around. Onto the shore you’ll bring your troubles, hopes and dreams. I’ll build you a ship worthy of carrying all of them overseas. From the shore your departure will look more like a retreat with your boat so heavy it’s taking on the sea. As the water, slow and steady, moves from foot to knee to thigh, I can’t help but to wonder if you’re thinking you may die. I see you slip under the horizon as the water gets too deep. Now I’ll never know if the ship I built was worthy of the sea.
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