Sweet Sorrows
Tides bring sweet sorrows.
I am fearful of tomorrow.
So, I make my escape
By diving into danger.
Boredom is generous.
It’s cancerous.
Sing to me this song of forgetfulness.
We make furrows
And dig up sorrows.
I’ll make my way
To a new and better tomorrow.
Boredom is generous.
It’s cancerous.
I’ll sing to you this song of forgetfulness.
Tides hold sweet sorrows
That make me fear tomorrow.
So, let’s escape
By leaving the danger.
Let’s leave the danger,
The cancer,
And the sorrows
For tomorrow.