Seems as though you're coming up roses And the truth has a habit falling out of your mouth You're the cabin fever while I row There ain't no harbor to sorrow Pull the lever overthrow me I'll swim ashore, pick myself up from the sand Even if I'm sore, I look for you I'll run aground, to your holdfast and your crown And even if I frown, I look for you A bottle without a map You left me here with the math That you can't even solve Hollow overboard, leaderless hoard How do we even move forward? I'll swim ashore, pick myself up from the sand Even if I'm sore, I look for you I'll run aground, to your holdfast and your crown And even if I frown, I look for you I'll swim ashore, pick myself up from the sand Even if I'm sore, I look for you I'll run aground, to your holdfast and your crown And even if I frown, I look for you