I tell you a story ´bout misfortune and glory,
´bout found a place, called home in all ways,
´bout kindness and hold, where the heat strikes the cold.
We´re all sailors on a bad weather sea
and hunting for brilliant but pure places to be.
So many times we´d run off the shore
and strangle our deepest and flaming hot core.
I shout in the storm, the rudder we loose,
but all that between us it might be the truth.
My mind is simple, restless but true
and the matter of all now,
the matter is you.