Thrown overboard,
Floated away
Our mouths dried out
I don't want to talk about it
I said I would
I said I would
But will it do me good
The sun beats down
On a floating head
An angel came
To see if we're dead
We're losing it
We lost our minds
We drank the brine
The ocean's playing tricks on us
Heavy eyes
Darkened skies
We're on the beach
We're on the beach
We're within reach
The ocean's playing tricks on us
The sketchy eyes
The blownout skies