There's a compass that points to what's open Except mine is broken, I fell in a hole that is wide open
I met a man that gave me a drink For a token, less spoken
He told me it should be quite apparent His name was Tarrant
There's a compass that points to what's open Except mine is broken, I fell in a hole that is wide open
I bought a boat to sail the ocean I wonder what I set in motion
Exploring my emotions
If only I knew what I meant Before I fell and made a dent
I'll look right here to see what I find It's something broken
There's a compass that points to what's open Except mine is broken, I fell in a hole that is wide open
It's getting closer For me to start over
There's a compass that points to what's open Except mine is broken, I fell in a hole that is wide open
It's getting closer For me to start over
There's a compass that points to what's open Except mine is broken, I fell in a hole that is wide open
I'm almost done What's the problem
I didn't think I would be One of the ones who are less spoken
But probably broken
There's a compass that points to what's open Except mine is broken, I fell in a hole that is wide open
I met a man that gave me a drink For a token, less spoken
He told me it should be quite apparent His name was Tarrant
I am opening the waters To find out what bothers
I bought a boat to sail the ocean I wonder what I set in motion
Exploring my emotions
If only I knew what I meant Before I fell and made a dent
I'll look right here to see what I find It's something broken
There's a compass that points to what's open
There's a compass that points to what's open
Where is mine? Is it in the open
Where is mine? Is it in the open
Where is mine