Songs of the Week: from the late Ephraim Lewis

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"Drowning In Your Eyes"

Feel the ground it's slipping away
Like a sigh that greets the close of day
Feel the water's welcoming arms
Embrace me in their quiet calm
I can't hear what you say anymore
Just the sound of trees on the ocean floor
Irresistibly drawn from the shore




I'm drowning in your eyes
I'm floating out to sea
Helpless on the restless tide
That flows between you and me


Moving slowly as if in a dream
The colours change from blue to green
All around me reflections of you
In forests deep I'm passing through
In the swell of the storm we're as one
We're dancing in the morning sun
Could it be that we've only just begun




I'm drowning in your eyes
I'm floating out to sea
Helpless on the restless tide
That flows between you and me

I'm drowning in your eyes
I'm floating out to sea
Helpless on the restless tide
That flows between you and me

Lying here beside you
I try to reach you but you're so far...




I'm drowning in your eyes
I'm floating out to sea
Helpless on the restless tide
That flows between you and me

I'm drowning in your eyes
I'm floating out to sea
Helpless on the restless tide
That flows between you and me

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