Žodžiai dainai: Acacia Strain, The. Seaward.

I have escaped into the middle of nowhere
Where no one can hear you or would ever want to journey
I have found you the perfect place to spend the rest of your life
And you're lucky I let you live this long to see it

I don't care who you are, you're no one tonight
I don't care who you were, you're nothing tonight
I don't care who you are, you're no one tonight
I don't care who you were, you're nothing tonight

Hair like sand
Skin like salt
She smelled of the sea

Hair like sand
Skin like salt
She smelled of the sea

I tore her apart
And when she screamed all I could hear was the ocean
I tore her apart
And when she looked at me all I could see was fear

It's hard to keep sinking ships afloat
I am the failure she never knew
Oceans apart, days away
We are from from lost, but farther from being found
You're far beyond your jurisdiction here

Don't make me come out there and get you son
I fucking dared him, I fucking dared him
No one can help you way out here
We can't be bothered by that nonsense way out here

Sand in her hair
Salt on her skin
Bloated but not breathing
The air is soaking wet with salt and death

And I curse like a fucking sailor
And I curse like a fucking sailor
And I curse like a fucking sailor
And I curse like a fucking sailor

Loose lips sink ships