Corazón de Barco

I have my heart in two halves
That can barely hold on
The right pulls to the wind
And the left throws nets
And when I open my eyes in the morning
When I realize where I am
I think the world fits in my bed
But I believe what I am not

Ship heart
Repressed fury
High tide with short sails
If what matters is not this life
Ship heart
You abandon everything
Will be your origin of distant forests
That thing about seeking the impossible

The apathy of Sundays
Drives its sand into me
I am naked, only remembering
The shipyard where I was born
And I hurt myself believing
That someone will come from the shore
I think I'm free, but I depend
On her climbing on my ribs

Ship heart
Repressed fury
High tide with short sails
If what matters is this life
Ship heart
You abandon everything
Will be your origin of distant forests
That thing about seeking the impossible