And we set out to the sea from this city of the damned Floating in a boat without a captain I'll guide us through the waves with my weak and tired hands Hoping that the morning will find us We're floating with the tides shooting rockets to the sky Guided by their light through the darkness On the sight of land I'll raise my weak and tired hands Hoping that the morning will find me And I'll keep writing down a list of things we threw away So I can always close my eyes and think of better days Floating in a boat without a captain Floating in a boat without a captain Floating in a boat without a captain Floating in a boat without a captain