..becalmed again my heart is the sea,
I sit and wait in vain for the [bad word] are me

adrift again my mind is the sail,
though I'm at rest I'm awake through no fault of my own

fickle woman turns a page, what was still is now a racing sea.
I feel the shifting tide, I want to brave it out,
but I still remember fear. so little time to love.
let alone the time to die. I wonder should I leave or could I try again

becalmed again my heart is the sea,
I sit and wait, but in vain for the [bad word] are me