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**ed 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.
It’s a long way away.
It’s a long way away.
It’s a long way away.
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**ed for sure.
I’m falling starboard,
I’m falling over
I’m falling starboard,
I’m falling over