Текст песни: Third Atlantic + перевод

Our grave danger’s built of lights

And motors strikes the locals hypnotic

As we swept the sick off of our infested ship

In a dazzling display of logic

We drink the water we sail on

So drink it up sailor, sail on

We are all wrong

Bullet trains are bringing home our soldiers

To find their families trampled

With the weight of the fiber optics

Placed inside the soil samples

Surveillance for the chapel door

Oh lord, keep safe our imperfect form

There is no port from the storm

No shelter from the wrong that I’ve brought along

And I’ve caused it all

We are all wrong

I’ve seen so little light in the grip of constant night

Track my life by satellite, cause lord I’m lost

Our season is at an end

We’ll burn every single bridge to keep this ship sailing on

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