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