A million tragedies could bring us down. A bump! The flesh and bone, her hand on mine, A frightened monk, scared mindless out of time, A boat, I say, we ride the wake; won't drown. My daughter, tiny, 's shaking at the sound Of passengers who verbalize each climb.
Turbulence
Turbulence
Turbulence
A million tragedies could bring us down. A bump! The flesh and bone, her hand on mine, A frightened monk, scared mindless out of time, A boat, I say, we ride the wake; won't drown. My daughter, tiny, 's shaking at the sound Of passengers who verbalize each climb.