Flow

There was a rift

Torn apart by a continental drift

Either we've pawned our health and innocence

Or they never did exist

Tell me I'm wrong

That we'll both find our way home

Sometimes I need you more than others

And those times I wanna pluck out his eyes

Tell me I'm wrong

Get on your board

Don't want to see my home no more

We could just fall apart

And forget all the broken backs and fleeting phone calls

'cause we've both buried friends and dealt with it

Yeah, we've all buried loved ones

In our lives

Sometimes I need you more than other

And those times I wanna pluck out his eyes

Because sometimes you seem barely alive

Tell me I'm wrong

And stop feeling so ashamed that you'll never find an answer