Small spark in my eyes light the water like a flume
Compass mind directing me to you
Big head, a lonely waterfall; the moon
I'm coming back, I'm coming back for you
And so I know the wind might blow
And knock over my only way back to the coast
Lifeless plastic boat
The tide is rising, my mind is slow
Sail home, sail home
Sail home, sail home
Little Sound, I write you now
The lonely moon is staring down
With empty eyes, she makes me feel like I am dead
My mouth is dry, lungs are tied
I'm fading now
And upon this raft, I rest my worried head
So I know the wind might blow
And knock over my only way back to the coast, and
Lifeless plastic boat
The tide is rising, my mind is slow
Sail home, sail home
Sail home, sail home
Can't see further than what's in front of me
Eyes are painted red from salty glow
And frozen are my fingertips
Cold as if they've ever touched snow
Small spark in my eyes light the water like a flume
Compass mind directing me to you
So I know the wind might blow
And knock over my only way back to the coast
Lifeless plastic boat
The tide is rising, my mind is slow