You're looking like a [bad word] from a war
piece of you is missing
Still don't know what for

You were whistling in the wind
Like empty buildings do
Don't know how it happened
But the wind got to you

And if I cross the great divide
For you
Became a treator to my side
For you
Look what I find, look what I find

He sent your ships to sea
To gather information
They came back with a map
Of some unknown location

Judging by the stars
They [bad word] very far
Judging from the stars
They still don't know where we are

If I cross the great divide
For you
Became a treator to my side
For you
Began to love all I defied
For you
Look what I find, look what I find

These secret messeges you're sending
If they fell into the wrong hands
Tapping in the walls
Never ending, never ending
Never ending

I think I understand
I think I understand

That if I cross the great divide
For you
Became a treator to my side
For you
Began to love all I defied
For you
Look what it decided for yo