Something to Cling To by Skyclad Lyrics
Sometimes life feels like an ocean
Cruel and far too cold to mention
Though you raise a great commotion
Still no-one pays you attention
There's no sail on the horizon
When the shark fins gather near
You watch your chances of surviving
Scuppered, sink, then disappear
All I need, all you need, all we need, is something to cling to
(Watch your chances disappear when the shark fins gather near)
All I need, all you need, all we need, is something to cling to
As your fair-weather-friends stand waving
From the comfort of their yacht
It's strange how when you needed saving
They conveniently forgot
The countless times you've stopped them sinking
Fought to keep their lives afloat
And hauled them upwards without thinking
To the safety of your boat
AIl I need, all you need, all we need, is something to cling to
(Fight to keep your life afloat far from the safety of your boat)
All I need, all you need, all we need, is something to cling to
So tired and numb, your limbs now weaken
And you slowly start to wonder
"Should I not admit I'm beaten
Let these waters drag me under?"
Feel a peace and calm descending
Ceasing fears and cares and crying
Knowing that your life is ending
Reconcile yourself to dying
Then as if from out of nowhere
And just when you least expected
Floats a single piece of driftwood
By some unseen force directed
It's a gift life often brings you
When you thought all hope long gone
Sometimes a single dream to cling to
Gives you strength to carry on
It seems the wisest words that I know
Three which some dead scholar wrote
Are simply these: "Dum spiro spero"
Meaning: "while I breathe I hope"
All I need, all you need, all we need, is something to cling to
(The wisest words man ever wrote are simply "while I breathe I hope")
All i need, all you need, all we need, is something to cling to
Something to cling to
Cruel and far too cold to mention
Though you raise a great commotion
Still no-one pays you attention
There's no sail on the horizon
When the shark fins gather near
You watch your chances of surviving
Scuppered, sink, then disappear
All I need, all you need, all we need, is something to cling to
(Watch your chances disappear when the shark fins gather near)
All I need, all you need, all we need, is something to cling to
As your fair-weather-friends stand waving
From the comfort of their yacht
It's strange how when you needed saving
They conveniently forgot
The countless times you've stopped them sinking
Fought to keep their lives afloat
And hauled them upwards without thinking
To the safety of your boat
AIl I need, all you need, all we need, is something to cling to
(Fight to keep your life afloat far from the safety of your boat)
All I need, all you need, all we need, is something to cling to
So tired and numb, your limbs now weaken
And you slowly start to wonder
"Should I not admit I'm beaten
Let these waters drag me under?"
Feel a peace and calm descending
Ceasing fears and cares and crying
Knowing that your life is ending
Reconcile yourself to dying
Then as if from out of nowhere
And just when you least expected
Floats a single piece of driftwood
By some unseen force directed
It's a gift life often brings you
When you thought all hope long gone
Sometimes a single dream to cling to
Gives you strength to carry on
It seems the wisest words that I know
Three which some dead scholar wrote
Are simply these: "Dum spiro spero"
Meaning: "while I breathe I hope"
All I need, all you need, all we need, is something to cling to
(The wisest words man ever wrote are simply "while I breathe I hope")
All i need, all you need, all we need, is something to cling to
Something to cling to