Here for hours, days could've past Hooked to the sound of a future crash Burdened by holes in the plot in the screen Not understanding what the writer means
Reflecting the roles we play everyday Looking at goals as if they're child's play The last boat rocks the quays away The wake push aside the fallen debris
Never think again
This could be harder to maintain With the past that we have made See it through to see its end City of wolves never seen again
Working for hours, barely sleep And we live a life that we mistreat The last boat rocks the quays away Wanting to be on to a foreign place