O' sailor

And after waiting, fighting patiently on my knees
All the other stuff tired itself out first, not me
And in its wake appeared the touch and call of a different breed
One who set to get me wise and got me there and then, got me

The Crying Room

Let me take you to the crying room
Covering our footprints in the sand
Let me take you to a quiet place
Wash away the memories that we have
I gave you everything i had
I told you everything i knew
When you came to the crying room...

Perry Blake.