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Waters Of Love



the heart is buried deep inside
though consciously I do not hide
still life and love is so denied
  is it fear or doubt or pride...

when and how did the waters get so wide?

I crossed the waters of love
and got lost at sea
abandoned on an arctic island
something died in me

across the waters of love
I laid the bread of my body
and all that's left are crumbs
a seagull's fantasy

my bones were picked clean
and when nothing was left
I looked around and found
nobody cared

maybe nobody knew
but it was plain to see
maybe nobody wants to know
about tragedy

oh we all stop to watch it from a distance
like an accident or a fire
but rare is the one who gets involved
when life is on the wire

I crossed the waters of love
and got lost at sea
abandoned on an arctic island
something died in me

across the waters of love
I spread my sanity
and all that's left is confusion
a fool's fantasy


oh we all stop to stare for a moment
like an story watched on TV
but rare is the one who shares what's real
when what's real is misery

is that humanity
as far as I can see
humanity
is just a fantasy

I crossed the waters of love
and got lost at sea
abandoned on an arctic island
something died in me

across the waters of love
I spread my humanity
and all that's left are shells
a child's fantasy










Waters Of Love ... Candor Communications 2000