I've gone down to the port and I've listened
To the boat sirens, that were arriving from the high seas.
Transatlantic ships that have never set sail
You're not made for the water
If you don't want to get wet.
I've hung on in the exit line
Until I hear that shot that marks a signal
But the panic of failure holds me back,
Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose.
I've looked into the depths of your eyes,
With dilated pupils, like a tunnel without end.
The memories have remained blurred,
Like muddy puddles
After the storm.
They're the coals of an extinguished flame
Where I left life trying to make it more interesting.
Why am I wasting time trying to convince you?
Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose.
The women and children go first
The rescue has started.
Captains that go down with their ship
What became of them? No one knows.
I learned to lick my own wounds
Be reborn from my ashes
And start again.
What am I wasting time trying to convince you?
Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose,
And sometimes you lose.