i can't see my hands in front of my face on a night like this
i just look back on my life and think of all i've missed
i grew up south of here in towns
they tore apart for coal
as if to excavate the darkest secrets of my soul
so it seems
life is just a troubled sea
that we sail for free
don't let me drown
if the rest of the world's goin' down
you've got to breathe your breath in me
everybody's story is more interesting than mine
everybody's story is more interesting than mine
it took me twenty-some-odd-years to see i'd been born blind
so i just feel my way to you
so i just feel my way to you
i try to keep you close
i'm never very good at getting what I need the most
so it seems
so it seems
life is just a troubled sea
that we sail for free
don't let me drown
if the rest of the world's goin' down
you've got to breathe your breath in me
the darkest part of every night
the darkest part of every night
is just before the dawn
the sun begins to rise
when we admit that we were wrong
so here i stumble home to you
so here i stumble home to you
to find the words to use
it seems the voices in my head
i seldom get to choose
so it seems
so it seems
life is just a troubled sea
that we sail for free
don't let me drown
-Over the Rhine
Sometimes words are best left to the greats.
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