Dried Sea - Yann Tiersen, Shannon Wright

Our trouble

Come for me I row a dried up sea

Trouble tore at my sleep (sleeve?)

I row a dried up sea

Ribbons to hide my face

Shame does not come to claim

Trouble tore at my sleep (sleeve?)

I row a dried up sea

Never you mind

You can manage

Never you mind

You can manage

Never you mind

You can manage

Never you mind

Well… Fuck that

I fail to explain

Never you mind

You can manage

And never you mind

If, when you stand

Would you sleep

Never you mind

You can manage

If you try

You can manage

You can manage

You can manage

If you try