Passengers

Floating on

beneath the cover

dreaming of the islands we'll find

A perfect storm

Turn the rudder

but it's just like an old fun fair ride

Then we face the void ahead

Try to make for the shore instead

We're just passengers

strapped to our seats

We're just passengers

that still believe we're free

Choking on a searing image

the television lodged in my head

Wake up calls

stacked ever so neatly

blending with the pillows on our beds

But when we face the void ahead

Try to make for the shore instead

We're just passengers

strapped to our seats

but we can jump overboard and swim

we can jump overboard and swim (x2)

we can jump overboard and live