the submarine

Whitley

Eye of the storm,
I have the form,
Willing to keep me.
I'm safe and warm,
Away from this war,
But bleeding is easy.

And when I find my way,
I'll take you home.

And when we see lightyears,
I'll take you home.

You're dying to breathe,
I watch your chest heave,
Breathing is easy.
All is not lost,
I am not lost,
Needle is easy.

And when I find my way,
I'll take you home.

And when we see lightyears,
I'll take you home.

The ghost hangs in you, love.
Where fathers make, mothers fall,
Will you call to above,
and prove you're not the man your father was?