I walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.

From "Shipwrecked"

Low beyond horizon lines across the salty sea
A boat without a captain makes it way to some city
[S]he prays that it would sail its course to lover or to kin
And fan a thirst for searching and finding [her] again
Finding [her] again
Finding [her] again

posted by Emma @ Saturday, June 19, 2004