You make the waters warm
The wind is cold, I dive
Out of sea from hiding
The coast is clear, I dry
I look around my room
At silly things I find
I get a broom
I sweep it clean - inside
We all find it hard, sometimes
She will set you free
It's not the first time
Things haven't changed
You whisper through my ear
"This is not supposed to happen"
We criticize
She will set you free
It's not the first time
Things haven't changed
You whisper through my ear
"This is not supposed to happen"
We criticize
She will set you free
It's not the first time
Things haven't changed
We criticize
She will set you free
It's not the first time
Things haven't changed
You whisper through my ear
"This is not supposed to happen"
We criticize