Don’t wanna sit here flinch and wait

Till the day has switched it’s blade

Guess he’s been talking on his phone

Convincing fish to swim back home

If hands spread words they just can’t grab

To bring back home nothing but crap

Our crappy children fall for holes

Where giants’ll step right onto their very souls

Please, mr. landslide take my hand

And pull me out of this fucking sand

We all need woods to dive into

And perfect slumber for me and you

What a perfect luxury this is

How come we’re waiting for a fix

While chapels wake up every sound

And happy coupples all around

Fuck your walls, I’m coming down

Black out that overrated sound

Where’s your shore? I can’t see the ground

There ain't no planets for this sinking town