low born wolfs
and high born birds
the branches struck us
where it hurts
razor claws or mighty wings
we will all face him
overboard
and in control we're not
what is it everyone thinks
they are
overboard
and in control we're not
the waves that you're running from
are catching up
oh, we've been weeping enough
let memories grow old now
sealing of the windows failed
they are coming up the stairs
fear no more but care no less
cause this is all there is
overboard
and in control we're not
what is it everyone thinks
they are
overboard
and in control we're not
the waves that you're running from
are catching up
if it's not up to you, oh boy, refrain
take a picture of home and set out again
the path is beaten and so are you
others are floating too
overboard
and in control we're not
what is it everyone thinks
they are
overboard
and in control we're not
the waves that you're running from
are catching up

INVIA LE CORREZIONI