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Lirieke: Sleeping At Last. Currents.

In this sea of change, understanding is our shore.
I disappear... with no control.

The current is strong, my arms are weak
But you are the branch within my reach.
Though I cannot catch my breath...

Pull me back to shore
I'll never reach my place, I'll never reach my place.
Pull me back to shore
I'll never reach my place, I'll never reach my place.

The current is strong, my arms are weak
But you are the branch within my reach.

In this sea of change, understanding was swept away.

Pull me back to shore
I'll never reach my place, I'll never reach my place.
Pull me back to shore
I'll never reach my place, I'll never reach my place.

With everything I have
I reach out my hands,
There's nothing left to give.
I seem to have no direction, I have no control,
No way to know where currents pull.
All the weight of my intentions
Are making it so hard
To breathe the air at all.
I see you, coastlines reaching out
When there's nothing left to reach...

Pull me back to shore
I'll never reach my place, I'll never reach my place.
Pull me back to shore
I'll never reach my place, I'll never reach my place.