brought up in a world of changes part time cleaner in a holiday flat I stare out to sea at the ships at night no anaesthesia, I'm going to work on it day by day no zephyr, no light relief it seems but maybe it's a dream I'm lying back in a row of timber cases placed out on the dock with nightmare faces looking at me and I can see now, I wanna be free now this is my home this is my sea don't paint it with the future of factories I want to stay I feel ok there's nothing else that's perfect I'l (chordiearchive.chordie.com)