Float over land
Far too long we've trawled
Braced ourselves to fall
No place to stand
I would answer any call
In this free-for-all
Maybe soon someone will come
And you'll be found
Maybe soon someone will come
And pull you down
What little faith
Is deficient burning low
Now we're moving slow
And our dreams in wait
Pulled in by the undertow
Horizons losing glow
Everyone under the sun has been found
Everyone under the sun is on the ground
Where do we belong?
Where do we belong?
