Here [bad word] to find myself,
catch the tide
Looking for a peace at the end
of the line.
Sometimes I can't help myself,
fever's high
I'm all at sea and so unwise.

I'm so afraid I'll
lose your love
as times goes by
But courage is a fire and a
beacon so bright.
The sunset built a memory,
our love sign
And all at sea [bad word] alive.

Will I wash away,
turning like a
stone?
I need a place where I belong,
Call a setting sun, to throw
me down a rope
And take me to a place called
home.

I close my eyes, I know you're
there, love of mine
Standing on the shore in a
world I design.
The sunset fires a lonely flare
into the sky
And all at sea we say good
bye.

Will I wash away,
turning like a
stone?
I need a place where I belong.
Call a setting sun, to throw
me down a rope
And take me to a place called
home.
Looking for a place called
home.