Harbour

the need to know gives a strange reaction

the need to know kills my soul, my passion

when will I know, just how far this goes

I feel the glow of a man whose tasted woe



fail each time, strong in mind

turn each page that you wrote

now and then you'll se me there always pale

whit despair



the safe release bears no threat or danger

the tide is weak, but may welcome stranges

this joy it seems maybe just a dream

a soul unclear, like a man whose tasted woe



fail each time, strong in mind

turn each page that you wrote

now and then you'll see me there always pale

whit despair