Row, row, row your boat....

A tune of my dabblings in electronica. About feeling lost, disinspired, unmotivated.

Row
In his desert, in his boat, our
hero's oars are turning sand
Ocean dried up long ago
and the sails catch no wind
Got a spyglass, got a map
Got a puppy spirit guide
But he's chasing his mirages
And the barking wont subside
Am I lost
Can I see it?
With the sand that's spinning in my head, I don't know if I'm alive or dead, so

Search for the water and
search for the daylight and
search for the compass and
search for the shoreline;
Fol-low the voices till
I find the lyrics, just
row and
row and
row and
row my boat I'll
Search for the lovers and
search for the liars I'd
walk with the devil if
He'd give me fire I'll
light up the desert with
All of my visions, just
row and
row and
row and
row my boat along

The priest, the king, the shoreman
They told me which way to go
So I rowed right through their ocean
But their ocean was a moat
And I keep trying to build towers
but they don't seem to see that far
And the sun keeps whipping me so hard, it starts to look like God, so