Undertow

Undertow
I set out one night
When the tide was low
There were signs in the sky
But I did not know
I'd be caught in the grip
Of an undertow
Ditched on a beach
Where the sea hates to go
With a child in my arms
And a chill in my soul
And my heart the shape
Of a begging bowl

Oh, I set out one night
But I did not know
I'd be caught in the grip
Of an undertow
Ditched on a beach
Where the sea hates to go
With a child in my arms
And a chill in my soul
And my heart the shape
Of a begging bowl
Una vez, en una noche en la que la marea estaba baja, me aventuré sin saber lo que me deparaba el destino. En ese momento, el cielo mostraba señales, pero yo no comprendía su mensaje...