Lyrics

I'm calling out on the water,
I'm calling out on a breath,
A song of whispering frailty,
Hangs in the wind and the spray.

Now I'm not a stranger to changing tides,
Thoughts a burden be,
When as numerous as the shingles,
Scattered about my feet.

Hey, what are worries,
But drops in this vast ocean?
And why, why, why be holden,
Beneath sun golden?

And I know,
It's hard to let go,
Of these pebbles,
But if you open a hand,
The things that once did matter most,
Drift away.