Текст песни On The Fifty - Things Get Wet In The Ocean

You gave it all I gave nothing
These waves couldn’t stop me
From sailing far away

I tried to reach for horizons
Left where I laid my eyes in
Only acting in this play

But it’s getting old
And this isn’t the right place
I’m still not sold on saving you

This tide will rip us apart
But I knew along
You won’t be the wind that blows me
We sail for our own good

Now let’s pick up where we left off
How my steps had you lost
Finding your own way

Reach for a sense of direction
Only building up tension
In this dark cell where I lay

The storm will take you
Far away
No holes in these sails
My fingertips wouldn’t leave the prints to lead you back to me