I found myself on mountains, over blue seas
Above chaotic drillings, in the clouds to freeze
All I want, is the cure this landsick messing me
All I need, is moving water to set me free
I found myself in hurry, dead to the bone
saturated and worried, far hooked and frowned (not sure)
I lost myself in current, Away from home
Running in rapid water, I drift alone
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