Martina three

Is water in your blood, in this house of whispers, who says it does no good, places you want to claim, don't need a chorus, gentle hearts along the freeway, smothered by time go bust, leave someone here a bonus, be prepared for this, find another brain, simply do what time insists, knowledge is always pain, maybe you need a tug, sail away without a ship, when rain feels like dust, search for love again, walk the middle distance, never bow to shame. an Ocean never floods, why make a fuss, there's life in this'hood, plenty for all of us.