The sun bleeds in 
Hear the mad guys sing 
For sorrow and make things better.
Maybe aware get to spread our wings
Tomorrow if luck will let us.
Can anyone fly into these great skies 
Is there somewhere I meant to be?
Sea [bad word] like a river rolls a storm is growling me.

I missed my turn in the dark
I hear your voice it makes things easy. 
straight to far from the road 
Where you should always make things easy. 
And I won't fight through the rising time 
If that s the way it has to be.
Sea [bad word] like a river rolls a storm is growling me. 
Sea [bad word] like a river rolls a storm is growling me. 
Sea fog rolling
Sea fog rolling
Sea fog rolling