Looking for the beautiful,
Amongst a sea of fights.
The landscapes become battered by,
The anchors of the night.

Strange are the folk,
Whose hope it is to find,
Without a clear direction,
The maps inside their minds.

Of an easy life that breaks no bounds,
Looking in the darkness to be found,
Or find out,
Found,
Or find out.

In all these unsteady waves,
Its easy to be thrown.
Thats why you keep your eyes on,
The things that guide you home.

Far from the warm beds,
Of the ones that you love,
The ones that you love.
Was it such an adventure here,
That you were dreaming of,
You were dreaming of.

Hold to you cold boat,
Don't let it throw you astray,
With the wheel in your and the sea at your feet,
You hope to be carried away.