Maybe if my words were pretty I could.
Maybe if I had courage I would.
Curse this mask I live behind
If I had a chance I'd make you mine
So many lines cast out
So few replies
The wind has gone and I'm dead in the water
Suppose if I tried I could row to shore,
But then again what am I out here for?
No love to be had
No great war to fight
Were all just adrift
With no map to guide
I don't quite get it
Ill never understand
We hold so tight to dirt
As it falls through our hands
Left to our devices
And our so lovely vices
Were the people who were destroyed
From a past that was not ours
What will come of me?
Suppose I should wait
Who really knows
Too many sharks in the sea
This water is too calm
Not a stir from wave
And then I realize
That I sunk too far to tell
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