This Home Is Like
A Piece Of Driftwood
Where Communication's Cease
At The Brink Of A Wave
And Though Our Heart's Are Tired
We Still Swim Towards Shore
And It's Time For You
To Choose
Sink Or Swim?
I Choose To Swim
As I wear This Anchor Around My Neck
It's Dragging Me Down
To The Depths
And This Is Our
Final Attempt At Escape
And We're Not Going Down Without a Fight
There Is No Savior
There Is No Saving Us
And As We Sink
To The Bottom Of The Ocean Floor
At Least We Have All We Lived For
A Piece Of Driftwood
Where Communication's Cease
At The Brink Of A Wave
And Though Our Heart's Are Tired
We Still Swim Towards Shore
And It's Time For You
To Choose
Sink Or Swim?
I Choose To Swim
As I wear This Anchor Around My Neck
It's Dragging Me Down
To The Depths
And This Is Our
Final Attempt At Escape
And We're Not Going Down Without a Fight
There Is No Savior
There Is No Saving Us
And As We Sink
To The Bottom Of The Ocean Floor
At Least We Have All We Lived For