There’s stormy seas ahead they say
The clouds grow like mould in the sky
Batten down the hatches, mayday!
The curtains start to fly
Close the windows against the applauding rains
Lock the door, get buckets ready
But the dread won’t reach my veins
I am strong, I am steady
I have a life raft, small and warm
One bed, one bath, one key
It keeps me safe from any storm
And even the entire sea
Sep 5, 2023
Sep 5, 2023 at 5:12 AM UTC
There’s stormy seas ahead they say
The clouds grow like mould in the sky
Batten down the hatches, mayday!
The curtains start to fly
Close the windows against the applauding rains
Lock the door, get buckets ready
But the dread won’t reach my veins
I am strong, I am steady
I have a life raft, small and warm
One bed, one bath, one key
It keeps me safe from any storm
And even the entire sea
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