And we set out to the sea
from this city of the damned
floating in a boat
without a captain
I'll guide us through the waves
with my weak and tired hands
hoping that the morning will find us
We're floating with the tides
shooting rockets to the sky
guided by their light
through the darkness
And on the sight of land
I'll raise my weak and tired hand
hoping that the morning will find me
And I'll keep writing down
a list of things we threw away
so I can always close my eyes
and think of better days
Floating in a boat
without a captain
Floating in a boat
without a captain
Floating in a boat
without a captain
Floating in a boat
without a captain