This ship has set it's sails

Sailing in a dried out ocean

Broken and burned



We're high on the illusion

Breathe in the conclusion



Let them go, you're better off alone.



The burnt skin, on our backs

Just won't go away

Set your mind on things worth

Thinking of.



You're better off alone.



Grinding through the bottom of it all

Trying so hard, to reach the top

The wind in our sails will never stop



This ship has set it's sails

Sailing in a dried out ocean again.



The burnt skin, on our backs

This won't go away.