The sailboats glisten by the wheelhouse in my dreams
The harbor eats the tide to catapult the streams
The umbrella that breaks the ice that tumbles on me
Middle of my heart you're in the middle of my heart
You're in the middle of my heart that you don't find too dark
No longer leaky pipes and drippings from the seams
I'm beginning to hydroplane in cobalt and sea green
Cinderella who stays the night who we all help clean