Sun who provides for my world
Or the inhabitants who use and abuse
Don't claim to be the sun
If I can't tell you apart from the blues
In the sky and in the sea
In the very air that I breathe
The pollution in my world
Will surely suffocate me
If I'm watching you drown,
Engulfed by your own emotions
How can I expect you to warm my oceans?
They're frigid, they're deep
I'll surely drown
I could handle them on my own
But it's harder with you around
You're like an anchor, or a siren
Seductive and sweet
Until she pulls you under
Down into the deep