[ Featuring John Marx, Barret Corsac ]
Just like flying
We're heading to the unknown
And every wave takes us further away
Just the two
On our boat to nowhere
There's nothing that really gave us reason to stay
But woe betide
The waves reach out for you
But woe betide
A hole in the hull
Even they're chiming
The bells of resentment
We'll put a spoke in their wheel their shades of hate
Indulgence won't be a strut
While facing problems of uncertainity
But at in the end of time of nothing you need to be afraid
But woe betide
The waves reach out for you
But woe betide
A hole in the hull
