It's sad isn't?
How your words got lost in translation
You, who could speak such poetry with enough power to bewitch even the coldest of hearts
It seems that your navigation has brought your tongue in a twist, hasn't it?
Where has your feather gone?
Has it gone wet and fragile from the ship's wreck?
For as long as you may cry over ruffled wings, dear, your tears always and, will mingle with the sea
Now stop for a second and see
See how lovely silence can be
Enjoy the fraction of a mind only quiet can display
Sit on the shore
I'll wipe your doubts away
And make you stay
For love does not need words in any kind of way
