Lose me in
Half truths and alibis.
I want to believe in you.
I want you to lose me in half truths and alibis.

The feeling is,
The feeling is one I remember from way back when.
Way back when we were kings,
And the way that the cold left its mark on our skin.
You buried my head in the sand.
We were slipping up slowly.

Cold hands wrapped around our throats,
And as the storm about us broke,
Well we were busy making plans,
Plans to keep ourselves afloat.

We rise, we fall, we pitch, we yaw,
No sleep, no sleep, no sleep, repeat.
We rise, we fall, we pitch, we yaw,
No sleep, no sleep, no sleep, repeat.
We rise, we fall, we pitch, we yaw,
No sleep, no sleep, no sleep, repeat.
We rise, we fall, we pitch, we yaw,
No sleep, no sleep, no sleep, repeat.
We rise, we fall, we pitch, we yaw,
No sleep, no sleep, no sleep, repeat.
We rise, we fall, we pitch, we yaw,
No sleep, no sleep, no sleep,
No sleep, no sleep, no sleep.


The feeling is,
The feeling is one I remember from way back when.
Way back when we were kings,
And the way that the cold left its mark on our skin.
You buried my head in the sand.
We were slipping up slowly.