Won’t you consider yourself?
For ever drop of pleasure worth counting there’s a gallon of misery as well,
You say, “This is the way that I am,
You can’t change something so deep,
But at night I have wings, I’m in flight, I can sing…if only in my sleep.”
Baby, don’t be satisfied with drowning,
Consumed by the ebb and flow,
You can hear it when the waves are crowning,
Let go, let go, let go.
You say, “Once I knew what was true, but now I’m not so sure,
But at night, in my dreams, I am light, everything is warm, so secure.”
Baby, don’t be satisfied with drowning,
Consumed by the ebb and flow,
You can hear it when the waves are crowning,
Let go, let go, let go.
