Washed upon the beach again with a mouth full of sand
The lapping waves wake her up to an unfamiliar island
Destroyed by the storm, that started in her own hands
Entangled in the seaweed that found her as she swam
She loves her addictions like a puppy in her lap
She loves it when the wind is blowing at her back
But that wind will some time circle round and come from where we go
And I still want to hold the wheel when the going’s getting slow
(chorus:)
This old soul
Has a long way to go
But she’s mistaken the tide that’s rolling in
For the end of the line
It’s so easy to entangle, so painful to unwind
It’s so easy to entangle, so painful to unwind
I once dreamed of faster boats that glimmered in the sun
That cut through harbor waves and could be seen by everyone
But I’ve come to like the simple craft, the ones that make their way
Close to the wind, and far from the bay
(chorus)
Washed upon the beach again with a mouth full of sand
The lapping waves wake her up to an unfamiliar island
Destroyed by the storm, that started in her own hands
Entangled in the seaweed that found her as she swam
(chorus)
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