someone's been stirring my wheels
i have not been sailin these seas
and i have no idea of how i got here.
maybe we became the tide that
had to drift or
was it the wind?
those are days of gold that
i can only recall
when my skin shivers
or when someone shares your touch,
other than that
with you i'm at a loss.
but not with the winds,
oh no,
ever so soft and warm,
they'll pull me from you,
we'll break apart...