Στοίχοι: Years Around The Sun. Dead Man's Sea.
feel like old boat on a dead man's sea,
with no rest before me
if the sun don't stop its burning rays,
it will surely leave its mark
it's always here,
the fortunes are still at our ease
so don't be long,
just 'cause your heartaches are gone
so you lost all the things that were close to your heart
like the name that was sewn on your sleeve
it's all gone away, but it's my cut feet on the ground
and i've seen it all, the one step sound
it's a battered soul crown
and now it's your cut feet on the ground
you try to look up but still fall down
and i sail on with the fish is under my skin
and the words are thrown to the wind
it's all too real, so i sail on
on to the race again,
as we learn to replace the men that we know
it wasn't supposed to be so defeating and demeaning
as our hearts are held over our heads
pushed along the rail
now my heart belongs to the sea, but my hands are tied to the wheel
and all i know is my bondservant soul must soon be freed
and as the flood tore into this haul,
i looked in and saw my shell fall away
'cause this world is make believe
an open eye is a window seat on a long ride back home
on to the race again,
as we learn to replace the men that we know
it wasn't supposed to be so defeating and demeaning
as our hearts are held over our heads
pushed along the rail
with no rest before me
if the sun don't stop its burning rays,
it will surely leave its mark
it's always here,
the fortunes are still at our ease
so don't be long,
just 'cause your heartaches are gone
so you lost all the things that were close to your heart
like the name that was sewn on your sleeve
it's all gone away, but it's my cut feet on the ground
and i've seen it all, the one step sound
it's a battered soul crown
and now it's your cut feet on the ground
you try to look up but still fall down
and i sail on with the fish is under my skin
and the words are thrown to the wind
it's all too real, so i sail on
on to the race again,
as we learn to replace the men that we know
it wasn't supposed to be so defeating and demeaning
as our hearts are held over our heads
pushed along the rail
now my heart belongs to the sea, but my hands are tied to the wheel
and all i know is my bondservant soul must soon be freed
and as the flood tore into this haul,
i looked in and saw my shell fall away
'cause this world is make believe
an open eye is a window seat on a long ride back home
on to the race again,
as we learn to replace the men that we know
it wasn't supposed to be so defeating and demeaning
as our hearts are held over our heads
pushed along the rail