Looked to the ocean
Looked to the sea
And found her often
Watching for me
Left the door open
Left the door wide
And she often
Kept it inside

And if you're badder than fact
phone "Z"
phend it back to me
sitting front pitter-padder than "B"
even badder than phint
phone badder than the patter in friends
who gutted the prat
the Friday on the platter you pumped
you're getting thrown
even badder than bomb
"don't [bad word] "
if you don't, then you're fighting for what?

Fighting for a place
We can call home
Looking for a way
Not to be alone
Fighting for a place
We can call home
Looking for a way
Not to be alone
Not to be alone

Fighting for a place
We can call home
Looking for a way
Not to be alone
Fighting for a place
We can call home
Looking for a way
Not to be alone
Not to be alone