Half-handed Cloud. Drowning Chariot. Zeneszám

Like you've set-free
Waters Red Sea,
See me separate from myself please,
Rescue from the drowning chariot.
I'm confounded,
Once you've drowned it,
I'll visit the wreck,
Treasure hunt there,
Run out of air,
Gasping, desperate for just one breath,
But my lungs will fill with water and I'm wet,
But I still bet that you'll still love me as your daughter or your son,
Your child again