Only the silence of myself
Is what I do not hear
The noise of the sea
Lays at home in my head

I do not speak
For my thoughts would turn to words
And my words would be silent
For my mind is drowning

I wish for a comfort other than my own
And I hate to see it leave
The feeling of being held
Of holding someone
Is an intoxication of someone else's doing

So when I'm found
Hold me
Not too tight
And neither too soft
As I may burst
Or sink
Like the hull of my boat