This could be the turning point; a ship sailed towards redemption and the prospect of a new day. I've reached far beyond my breaking point. Padded walls closed in and crushed her bones; the sky and sea turned grey. She won't call me by my first name anymore. My faith was resisted by intuition. Our vessel capsized, we swallowed salt, and you were dying fast. I ripped my hands from yours, I watched you sink, and I floated away. She won't call me by my first name anymore. My faith was resisted by intuition. She's falling away from the surface. She's falling away. The solace of the sea couldn't alter the loss of my love and the enveloping of hate. I'm floating away. I'm floating away from the burden. I'm floating away.