Ashore

Seems as though you're coming up roses

And the truth has a habit falling out of your mouth

You're the cabin fever while I row

There ain't no harbor to sorrow

Pull the lever overthrow me

I'll swim ashore, pick myself up from the sand

Even if I'm sore, I look for you

I'll run aground, to your holdfast and your crown

And even if I frown, I look for you

A bottle without a map

You left me here with the math

That you can't even solve

Hollow overboard, leaderless hoard

How do we even move forward?

I'll swim ashore, pick myself up from the sand

Even if I'm sore, I look for you

I'll run aground, to your holdfast and your crown

And even if I frown, I look for you

I'll swim ashore, pick myself up from the sand

Even if I'm sore, I look for you

I'll run aground, to your holdfast and your crown

And even if I frown, I look for you