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Lost themselves, sailing our sinking ships up and away, empty shells
Only the shallow know themselves, deeper and deeper, sailing their sinking ships up and away
only the shallow know themselves
Holy books and bones, orphans of the storm
The sirens on the shore calling them home, orphans of the storm Flyte, the sirens on the shore calling them home
Helpless and forlorn since the pills and powders passed their way, to keep the weary world at bay
sailing our sinking ships up and away
Sailing our sinking ships up and away, empty shells Flyte, searching pole to pole
To keep the weary world at bay, only the shallow know themselves Orphans, empty shells
Watch them sail between the waves, to keep the weary world at bay, helpless and forlorn since the pills and powders passed their way
Lost themselves, the sirens on the shore calling them home
empty shells
sailing our sinking ships up and away
Deeper and deeper, only the shallow know themselves
Holy books and bones, we lost ourselves
orphans of the storm
Deeper and deeper, while the needle and the thread stitches us whole again, searching pole to pole
Orphans of the storm, forever seeking
No prescription for the pain only a sky of blue and grey, say a prayer and wish the rain away
while the needle and the thread stitches us whole again
Forever seeking, holy books and bones, raise your mast and fly away into a sky of blue and grey
Orphans of the storm, sailing their sinking ships up and away
Helpless and forlorn since the pills and powders passed their way, deeper and deeper
Deeper and deeper, empty shells
No one to save us, breakfast on the lawn in the sweet september sway, empty shells
Sailing our sinking ships up and away, lost themselves
breakfast on the lawn in the sweet september sway
Lost themselves, raise your mast and fly away into a sky of blue and grey Orphans, deeper and deeper
Forever seeking, watch them sail between the waves Flyte, searching pole to pole
no prescription for the pain only a sky of blue and grey
No one to save them, only the shallow know themselves Storm, searching pole to pole
the sirens on the shore calling them home
To keep the weary world at bay, no one to save us
Watch them sail between the waves, searching pole to pole, forever seeking
Orphans of the storm, breakfast on the lawn in the sweet september sway, holy books and bones
Holy books and bones, sailing their sinking ships up and away, we lost ourselves
To keep the weary world at bay, empty shells
Mother s milk and angel hair, we lost ourselves Storm, searching pole to pole
Breakfast on the lawn in the sweet september sway, say a prayer and wish the rain away
no one to save us