Head up, be strong, don’t lose cool
Sinking deep in hotel pools
Your vices under control
Drifting, waiting, for signals...
Its a terrible stitch in my side
with or without you I die... I die...
Head on, straight up, my aim fair
took me off guard, distant stare
Where were you going with your attack
Come close to me, don’t look back
Its a terrible stitch in my side
with or without you I die... I die...
With every little shot that I take
bound to break something one day
I’ll find some way to stand on my own
Every little truth that I find
Glitter like gold in our eyes
pointing our way back home
I'll find some way to get you back...
I'll find some way to get you back...
I'll find some way to get you back... v
Get you back safely home