Small spark in my eyes light the water like a flume Compass mind directing me to you Big head, a lonely waterfall; the moon I'm coming back, I'm coming back for you
And so I know the wind might blow And knock over my only way back to the coast Lifeless plastic boat The tide is rising, my mind is slow
Sail home, sail home Sail home, sail home
Little Sound, I write you now The lonely moon is staring down With empty eyes, she makes me feel like I am dead My mouth is dry, lungs are tied I'm fading now And upon this raft, I rest my worried head
So I know the wind might blow And knock over my only way back to the coast, and Lifeless plastic boat The tide is rising, my mind is slow
Sail home, sail home Sail home, sail home
Can't see further than what's in front of me Eyes are painted red from salty glow And frozen are my fingertips Cold as if they've ever touched snow
Small spark in my eyes light the water like a flume Compass mind directing me to you
So I know the wind might blow And knock over my only way back to the coast Lifeless plastic boat The tide is rising, my mind is slow
Sail home, sail home Sail home, sail homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
