I turn away to face you
you turn away from me
do you see
do you see
you think this is what you want
you say this is what you need
still
you cannot face the fear
made when the night was young
nor drive away
the itching of your tongue
to taste this dreamt of day
oh you sit and pray
it will come your way
you'd better hope
this threat just goes away
Rocking your boat
it casts you overboard
from a soft touch
to a hardened toss
you'd better hope
this storm will pass away
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