Miles from the surface
I ride out and weather the war
In a tin submarine
Where the seams
Couldn’t hold back the shore
On a bed made of ‘what have you done’
Tone deaf with a headache for one
Back to the water below
Alone as I float like a stone

Sinking to the bottom
Lost but not forgotten
Down I go again
Heart swinging like a punch bag
Waiting on you
To pull me through
Washing off the soft soap
Sleeping on a tight rope
Everything to prove
Got nothing left to use
Want the truth?
I need you
To pull me through

Far out of reach
And a thread from coming undone
Frayed as I pray
Disarray’s had it’s day in the sun
On a bed made of ‘what’ve you done’
Tone deaf with a headache for one
Back to the water below I’m
Alone as I float like a stone