One good turn deserves another And a gift deserves a gift Dancing full circle in the arms of a love Seeking for the perfect grift Times are changing with the tides The waves come in, wash out the rough You want to come along for the ride A good heart just ain't good enough Gone to ground, while the world keeps grinding Smashed about like a ship in a storm The sails are tattered and the ropes unwinding Howl at the moon, wet and forlorn Going down to drown as the waves crash higher Daughters of Ran, raise up your horns There's gold in our belts and our mad desire Distilled in boiled blood, always free born Cast away on driftwood, clinging to life Bloodshot eyes in salt soaked men Gladly we came and paid this price And gladly we'd do it all over again Though we drown or be rescued Mourned or forgotten We lived, loved, and feuded As if we had the courage of ten The ocean called, screams in my ear As dawn rises above my dreams A bitter cold caress, sour taste of fear Glaze in my eyes an oily sheen As I blink and return to a waking trance Hanging about at the end of my rope Let the fates quibble and wyrds web dance I still breathe, and I still have hope