Thrown overboard, Floated away Our mouths dried out I don't want to talk about it I said I would I said I would But will it do me good The sun beats down On a floating head An angel came To see if we're dead We're losing it We lost our minds We drank the brine The ocean's playing tricks on us Heavy eyes Darkened skies We're on the beach We're on the beach We're within reach The ocean's playing tricks on us The sketchy eyes The blownout skies