The moon and the rolling sea take a hold of me. And moving, I come to grief on your barrier reef.
And all that rides on the swells is torn by your coral and shells.
Oh I would not love you now, but you showed me how. So why, after choosing me, are you refusing me?
But oh, you gentle man, how can you help me understand when you don’t understand yourself?
There are so many parts of us that are not named.
This time I’m not afraid of the love we’ve made. Sometimes I know I crash and burn, but I’m willing, I’m willing to learn.
But oh, the woe and the waste! How can I show you passion’s face when you don’t want to face yourself?
And oh, you measuring man. How can I make you understand when I don’t understand myself?
The moon and the rolling sea took a hold of me. And moving, I came to grief on your barrier reef.
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