still I want so badly to be true
still I want so badly to be yours
but it's all ruined now
you are dead to me sweet friend
you see, it's all ruined now
shipwrecked with the intention to be found
sends me right back to where I started
mislead by my own compass
by what is north and what actually lies ahead
the wind blows east
as I continue forever upstream
stormy weather tempts my soul
backwards and upside down
until I am left washed up, face down
victim to the sun and the unforgiving sea
stripped of my pride
worn, torn, battered -
consumed but not wasted
fed but never fully satisfied
silence leaves you hungry for more
but my soul is bursting at the seams
yes, my soul is bursting at the seams
yes, my soul is bursting at the seams
