I lay here stricken on the open sea
What's become of me?
The incessant sound of a distant shore
To a distant shore
But what if there's nothing here for me?
Just tell me
There's nothing here for me
I cannot tear you up
I cannot tear you up
All these currents run to you
Back to you
Now I'm drifting on the open sea
What is left of me?
And I keep dreaming of a distant shore
To a distant shore
What keeps calling out for me?
It keeps calling out for me
What keeps calling out for me?
It keeps calling out for me
I cannot tear you up
I cannot tear you up
All these currents run to you
Back to you
I cannot tear you up
I cannot tear you up
All these currents run
All these currents run to you
To you
To you
To you
To you
Back to you