Ocean Bed
Paul R. Wallner, Anna Müller
Reality has come to me
Things aren't like they used to be
Try not to drown in the deep black sea
But the shore is out of reach
[?]
I'm sinking like a stone
Someone [?] my hands
I'm tied
Can't make it on my own
[?] not trying to get
Love from my [?] things I have said
[?] down to ocean bed
True of emotion [?]
[?] out of me
It's like a [?] poetry
Doesn't make sense to me
[?]
I'm sinking like a stone
Someone [?] my hands
I'm tied
Can't make it on my own
Don't [?]
Be drown
Be drown