Is your brain always spinning ?
Churning round in your head ?
Do you think you'll get a moments rest,
Some time before you're dead ?

Do you have any quiet moments,
When you're brain ceases to play ?
Do you know sound of silence,
When your mind has no say ?

Do you think you are the lucky one,
Not to think at all ?
Do you think the peace and quiet,
Is better than the bawl ?

Do you enjoy the lull in the storm ?
The harbour we seek to find ?
The quiet lapping of the waters,
In the tempest of your mind ?

What about the sailor,
Fighting for his life ?
Does he know that he's alive,
Amongst this deadly strife ?

You know his pulse is racing.
Pumped full of life's thrill.
Do you think that it matters,
That he knows the sea can kill ?

A cruel and heartless mistress,
A killer without mind.
And yet he sails upon her,
For the pleasures he will find.

Those stormy violent moments,
When your wits are all you own.
The music of life in your ears,
Whilst you dance this waltz alone.

This is when you're alive,
When you're pitched against the hill.
When death is laughing at you,
And you laugh at the thrill.

All your nerves on fire,
Your mind alight with glee.
Thinking always thinking,
But never thinking to flee.

Is your brain always spinning ?
Churning round in your head ?
Do want to get a moments rest,
Some time before you're dead ?