a small and weary boat
in the harbour, harbour of gold
a small and weary boat
in the harbor, harbor of gold
it cannot swim, it cannot sail
the tide will take it out of the bay
the tide will take it away like a fish afraid of the water
like a bird afraid of the sky
like a fish afraid of the water
like a bird afraid of the sky a small and weary boat
it's not its harbour, harbour of home
a small and weary boat
will it remain, remain afloat?
I lie inside and watch my skin
underwater, vanishing
now I know the tide is in