Lyrics Conan Osíris – Triptych

Well I’m as puzzled as the newborn child
I’m as riddled as the tide
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or should I lie with death, my bride?

Here I am, here I am, waiting to hold you
Here I am, here I am, waiting to hold you

I’m as riddled as the tide
I’m as riddled as the tide

I’m as riddled as the tide
I’m as riddled as the tide