Derramar

Oh

When is enough "is enough,"

raised by the storms in our lives?

When is it ever too much,

lost in the hurricane's eye?

Wearing the wind wears you down.

Pushes and pulls you around.

What do we do when in doubt,

walking on well-weathered ground?

Flashes and showers,

embowers and lashes,

levels the difference

from comfort to crashes.

Her arms hold me under

the rush of the sea.

Su gota derrama el vaso en mí.

When is enough, is enough, is too much,

razed by the storms, by the storms is enough?

Flashes and showers,

embowers and lashes,

levels the difference

from comfort to crashes.

Her arms hold me under

the rush of the sea.

Su gota derrama el vaso en mí.