atlantic.
My girlfriend's coming to visit me tomorrow. I thought it therefore appropriate to share with you guys a song I wrote about getting ready for my last trans-atlantic voyage.
Arrgh! It's a sea shanty! Err...not really.
"atlantic"
where I belong, it's where I belong
on both sides of the ocean
i wasn't made to make this decision
i got one ship with five anchors all buried deep underground under the ocean
i got one vessel, it was made for movement, but these anchors are tearing it apart in its place, i'm...
holding my breath, i'm sailing over the ocean
i got no house of my own
but i got five places that feel like home
i got a one-way ticket across the ocean, i got one vessel, it was made for movement,
but it can't beat with all this tugging and pulling, these anchors are tearing my heart apart
this ridge that runs right through me
i got lava for blood
pushing my chambers apart from each other
erupting with a rupture
this vessel can't stay together with all this pulling and pushing from both inside and out
fighting to stay in place yet drifting away, these continental plates are destined to break
carried by shifting tides, surrounded by fault lines,
i got waves breaking on me, i'm lost at sea
i got one ship in need of constant movement, i got anchors trying to tie me down,
and the only way i can keep my heart from breaking is to keep on sailing and coming back again and again
I'm sorry I'm so reclusive and not reading anyone's journals any longer. I really do want to know what's going on in your lives and I need to figure out a way to get back into livejournaling and blogging, etc. Let mw know if anyone has any suggestions. And no hard feelings, ok?
P.S.: Happy Valentine's Day.
(This is also my seven-year anniversary of being a licensed driver. Neat, eh?)
Arrgh! It's a sea shanty! Err...not really.
"atlantic"
where I belong, it's where I belong
on both sides of the ocean
i wasn't made to make this decision
i got one ship with five anchors all buried deep underground under the ocean
i got one vessel, it was made for movement, but these anchors are tearing it apart in its place, i'm...
holding my breath, i'm sailing over the ocean
i got no house of my own
but i got five places that feel like home
i got a one-way ticket across the ocean, i got one vessel, it was made for movement,
but it can't beat with all this tugging and pulling, these anchors are tearing my heart apart
this ridge that runs right through me
i got lava for blood
pushing my chambers apart from each other
erupting with a rupture
this vessel can't stay together with all this pulling and pushing from both inside and out
fighting to stay in place yet drifting away, these continental plates are destined to break
carried by shifting tides, surrounded by fault lines,
i got waves breaking on me, i'm lost at sea
i got one ship in need of constant movement, i got anchors trying to tie me down,
and the only way i can keep my heart from breaking is to keep on sailing and coming back again and again
I'm sorry I'm so reclusive and not reading anyone's journals any longer. I really do want to know what's going on in your lives and I need to figure out a way to get back into livejournaling and blogging, etc. Let mw know if anyone has any suggestions. And no hard feelings, ok?
P.S.: Happy Valentine's Day.
(This is also my seven-year anniversary of being a licensed driver. Neat, eh?)