The sky has gone grey
and there is no way to see eye to eye
I'm out on the ocean
and this notion has sickened me
We're on the high seas and drifting
and the spaces in between are growing
pieces of yesterday we are sifting
and we travel further away with no signs of slowing
I see you, not like I used to
and through this storm I have searched for you
I'm out on the ocean
and this notion has sickened me
We're on the high seas and drifting
and the spaces in between are growing
pieces of yesterday we are sifting
and we travel further away with no signs of slowing
You're a speck on the horizon as you disappear
I'm so sick of trying

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