Public Radio - Shipping Lanes
I'm a control freak - I had to let it go, you're touching all my things
40 Days at sea - I'm leaving my island - my sense of security
Cos it's your love I've found and I know the time is now
Come to me - come to me
Find me in your shipping lanes
It's your mercy breeze - it's blowing me
To the place of honesty
Comfort me - comfort me
I was blind I could not see
It's your currents deep - they're pulling me
To the place I can believe
Come to me
I have finally come to the end of
All that I am and all that remains
Is a discovery - I hope you find it
I hope it clears our names
Cos the tide is going out
And I know the time is now
Touch my lips and make me holy
Wrap your loving arms around me
Let your moon shine bright upon this
Journey of my summer solstice
Letras Public Radio