It's a thin, thin line and I want both sides of it
Seeing the other side appears so tempting, well, don't you please
And your limbs ache and I don't want it
Absorbing your every thought
With the skin that I fold, working its wonders enough for you
Over the ocean, outcast and nowhere to go
A brighter forecast with new winds will blow
A storm is drawing in, will come when the air is cleared
Waste my youth chasing kites I know will blow out of my hands
We push our heads in the sand, there's nothing there to seek
No discovery of mind will be said in these seas
You feel that bitter taste on your tongue
Swallow your every lung
Let your scent fill your lungs
Ain't it a worthy year's enough for you?
Over the ocean, outcast and nowhere to go
Nowhere to go, nowhere to go
A brighter forecast and new winds will blow
We let it go, we let it go
A storm is drawing in, it comes when the air is cleared
Waste my youth chasing kites I know will blow out of my hands
Out of my hands
Blow out of my hands
Blow out of my hands
