Who'll face the tide
And take their chances?
Will fasten the line
To broken branches
Adrift on the ocean in wild winter storms
I have to imagine things to keep myself warm
The night closing in, but not to worry
Told everyone I know, that I was sorry
And I heard them all singing
For comfort and peace
And in my confusion
where
things
still
return
planes
comfort
their
sorry
closing
signs
night
circling
thoughts
chances
branches
adrift
storms
returning
ocean
believe
worry
broken
confusion
illusions
consciousness
winter
surrounded
people
could
singing
living
fading
fasten
spinning
peace
circles
everyone
myself
stories
heard
imagine
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