Call out over crowded air
Don't reform to [bad word] back whole again
Yeah
And I'm sure it's a lonely road
We'll get less and we'll dream for more
Sail on, find ground for me

Do you feel, do you feel alive?
Do you feel, do you feel alive?
Do you feel, do you feel alive?
Do you feel...
 [bad word] ]
Do you feel alive when your eyes hide behind
feigning life with nowhere left to land?
And oh, this is a call to arms
Hoist your colours high and know
If you set your sail dream-ward bound
Ground your heart at home

Desperate for direction now
Set still the needle, [bad word] Guide me through the night
I turn my sight, face northern heights
To dig my heels below
And circumscribe the world
 [bad word] ]
Do you feel alive when your eyes hide behind
feigning life with nowhere left to land?
And oh, this is a call to arms
Hoist your colours high and know
If you set your sail dream-ward bound
Ground your heart at home [bad word] on [bad word] on and seek the sun
The light that keeps us waking [bad word] on [bad word] on and reach the sun
Keep me waking up
 [bad word] ]
Do you feel alive when your eyes hide behind
feigning life with nowhere left to land?
And oh, this is a call to arms
Hoist your colours high and know
If you set your sail dream-ward bound
Ground your heart at home