You were on the shore I was in my boat Is this the end of the world? Or just the end of reason? To far from the land The nearest is under us Among waves Searching for support We doubt that We could be on the area We're trying to get on the sand Is this the end of the world? Or just the end of reason? We're entangling Entwined by the salt I'm trying to help you To reach the sand But if we can made it It could turns out Than the sand is to hot And the boat is too wooden And the vastness of salt is still in us Is this the end of the world? Is this the end of reason? Is this the end of everything?