I'll dig up the roots from beneath these trees, before you can take the sky away from me
walls of water have prolonged our stay, we'll use the bridges we burned to get away.
Look back on the home that gave us everything,
With a bitter but grateful taste.
You're stuck here on your own.
You're stuck here on your own, let the sea erode your chalk for bones.
You've got your good intentions wrapped around my neck.
You tug on puppet strings like they've got no end.
But pretty soon they'll tie you up,
Until you're strung over cliffs with none of us to trust,
Let the waves kiss your feet but they'll rise above,
And fill your lungs.