You think you found me?
Lost at the bottom
Somewhere below, another man is leaving
And you’re on your own?
The truest of loss,
Wasn’t quite mine
You said I’d see, when you would get everything
Somewhere,
You set me free
And I’ve been at sail,
Waiting for a substantial breeze
Now keep me going,
Keep me going on I want to be everywhere,
Anywhere else
I’m somewhere at sail,
And I don’t care now
All I want is land to call my own
And when I arrive, the trees they all say:
You think you found us?
We think you’re lost,
Get in your ship and go and live at the bottom,
Hear the oceans kiss,
And we’ll come get ya’
When the days are gone
Somewhere at sail,
You’ll find that you are wrong
The truest of loss was leaving you,
Right by the ocean,
Staring at blue,
And when it’s over what do I have to prove?
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