Hot Tuna
Sea Child
Daily things fall off like water,Falling down like summer rain;We see each other in confusion;Wonder why we came today.Sittin' lonely in our prison,Lookin' out for ways to sail;What we'd be without confusion,In our less uncommon way.Through your hair across my eyes,The twilight shafts in soft surprise;Reminds me once again how nice,It is to be with you.
From Letras Mania