It's the floor I'm reaching for, a breath beneath the surface. That weighs me down, it cuts me from the line that you've been reeling. The sails are slashed we're f***** for sure, I'm waiting for the breakers. If there's a light from that beacon I can count the distance, in this thick hazy pea soup fog. It's a long way away
I can count the distance from where we should be- from where I thought we'd be by now, I can see it in the clouds. We break faster than pressure in a fold
It's the floor I'm reaching for, a breath beneath the surface. The sails are slashed we're f***** for sure. I'm falling starboard, I'm falling over
I can count the distance from where we should be- from where I thought we'd be by now, I can see it in the clouds. We break faster than pressure in a fold
It's the floor I'm reaching for, a breath beneath the surface. The sails are slashed we're f***** for sure. I'm falling starboard, I'm falling over