We know our words,
Blankets for the coldest weather..
We look to home, guided by the cradle,
We sail for shores, to our graves,... inhale..
Counting every god damn wave,
We're going down,... lest we forget..
These waters.. moving in my lungs..
We're sinking so fast... relics...
On a bottomless past.. we are..
...your flooded version of the truth.
Your flooded version of the truth, stares into me...
Carry me home, before we're lost at sea..
We know our words,
Blankets for the coldest weather..
We look to home, guided by the cradle,
We sail for shores, to our graves,... inhale..
Counting every god damn wave,
We're going down,...
We know the rush, of every breath at sea,
The sinking ships, they fill horizon's lifeline...
You're all dead to me,... inhale...
You're all... dead ... to me.
