My Own Shaking Sea

I don't dare to see the forecast
Low pressure residential
Within my bruising heart
I can't hold the dams forever
Tides rising, overwhelming
Tearing me apart

Looking for a harbour
A quiet place to be
But it's me who's got to soothe it
It's my own shaking sea

I don't need no friends consulting
Their different coordinations
Won't be of any help
Gotta use the tools remaining
To master navigation
Gotta learn myself

Looking for a harbour
A quiet bay to be
But it's me who's got to sail it
On my own shaking sea
Floating on the water
The flood surrounding me
But it's you whose hands can soothe it
Calm my own shaking sea

January 2006