We've all been living in sinking ships
Trying to make our way home
Before the water takes us under
Our hearts are compasses pointing to true north
But we know were heading the wrong way
And there's a pain in our heart
Trying to weather the storm
Our ships won't make it
Left alone, pulled in by the tide
Well make a home from the wreckage washed ashore
And paint it red
With what's spilling out our chests
This house is far from a home
But at least well weather the storm
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