At Sea
Softness paints a picture
Like the perfect mixture
I am only made up of this clay I'm coming back
I cannot decipher
Through the rules and title
When oh when will we slip through the cracks
And when time begin to re-enact, all that has past

But I can't find my back home, my way back home
I can't find my back home, my way back home
Back home, my way back home
I can't find my way back home, my way back home
Back home, back home

Back home, my way back home
I can't find my way back home, my way back home
Back home, back home