Oasis

And we set out to the sea from this city of the damned
Floating in a boat without a captain
I’ll guide us through the waves with my weak and tired hands
Hoping that the morning will find us
We’re floating with the tides shooting rockets to the sky
Guided by their light through the darkness
On the sight of land I’ll raise my weak and tired hands
Hoping that the morning will find me
And I’ll keep writing down a list of things we threw away
So I can always close my eyes and think of better days
Floating in a boat without a captain
Floating in a boat without a captain
Floating in a boat without a captain
Floating in a boat without a captain