When relationships become sunken ships at last
And they’re unbelievably irretrievable without detection
When untested waters tear down yours masts
And you’re lost at sea without direction
That’s a storm in free form

He forgot his life jacket back on the main deck
She never meant to become an emotional shipwreck
Could they ever venture beyond the horizon?
Could they ever escape Poseidon’s Trident?

Go, fetch a flotation device!
You know, you know this isn’t right

When one’s self is crowned on the top shelf
Well, it’s the first thing to fall to the floor
When the Captain’s Quarters collapses in on itself
Well, this is what you traded your head for
That’s a whirlwind of sin

What’s the point of an anchor
That only keeps in place the anger?
What’s the point of the sun up above the clouds,
If your ship’s in darkness and shunned from the crowds?

Go, fetch a flotation device!
You know, you know this isn’t right

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