I'm gonna go down by the water
To the uncluttered beach
Away from you and your shady friends
Towards the whistling weather screens
I just came from where you're calling from
I still feel like me
Just tell me I can get away with it
Or I'll pack up and leave
Voices carry through the mist
Voices carry through the mist
Voices carry through the mist
Voices carry through the mist
Well every call in he looks the same
Now I'm dying in your arms
Feathers falling for a simple game
The silhouettes go on and on
Voices carry through the mist
Voices carry through the mist
Voices carry through the mist
Voices carry through the mist
