We walked on a thin line to the edge Opened the bodies in our hands In these final moments We ask for forgiveness We were flying to the sound Thoughts of dying all around We were flying We polished the endings inn my hands Remembering every day we spent Wandering aimlessly Scared of a boring dream We were flying to the sound Thoughts of dying all around We were flying to the sound Thoughts of dying all around We were flying Oooooooooooooo We are the ocean We are the source Tied in the rope and carry us home Home, home, home, home, home, home We were flying to the sound Thoughts of dying all around We were flying to the sound Thoughts of dying all around We were flying