I’m a lit­tle raft dri­fting thro­ugh the endless sea. Loaded with the cru­el cra­ving, I’m abo­ut to sink.

People are like vicio­us storm thro­wing thun­ders hard. Dark clo­uds of them don’t let show navi­ga­tion stars.

You’re my only lit­tle bre­eze blo­wing in my sails. Stran­ge­’s that kind of love­ly feel You’re the right to fall.