I set out one night When the tide was low There were signs in the sky But I did not know I'd be caught in the grip Of an undertow Ditched on a beach Where the sea hates to Go With a child in my arms And a chill in my soul And my heart the shape I set out one night But I did not know (La, la, la,...) (I'd be caught in the grip of an undertow) (Ditched on a beach where the sea hates to go) (With a child in my arms and a chill in my soul) (And my heart the shape of a begging bowl) |
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