Postcard 158

You are the ocean in my arms
I hear the songs men write of you
You're the ocean in my arms
I feel the pull of that old moon

You're the ocean in my arms
Oh how I long for land
(You're the ocean in my arms)
...someone warm and dry as sand

The Sea, the Sea!

St Elmo's fire a crackling blue

The sailors' stories are lies but true

You're the ocean in my arms
I'm swept up in your strong currents
You're the ocean in my arms
I have hope for neither mean nor ends

You're the ocean in my arms
Beneath the surface, placid & blue
You're the ocean in my arms
Do you hold me or I hold you?

The Sea, the Sea!
Between Circe and sirens tie true and tight
The sailors' stories are guiding lights

You're the ocean in my arms
Who knows what will become of me?
You're the ocean in my arms
And I am lost at sea

You're the ocean in my arms
You waters cold, your waves are high
You're the ocean in my arms
I'm desperate to be held  -- safe and dry