Striving To make a good feeling last And try not to think of the past What's a byline For a coward at the end of the earth? When nothing he tries ever works? I'm an island A rock shacking up with the waves Keeping a flare to be saved But we can fly we've got engines And I'm tired of sitting in the reeds And it was never my intention To break your heart and let it bleed It's a tie in the race Of failing at all of your dreams Through some fault of your own Will I recover From the bitterness that I hold? Will I die before I get old? But we can fly we've got engines And I'm tired of sitting in the reeds And it was never my intention To break your heart and let it bleed But we can fly we've got engines And I'm tired of sitting in the reeds And it was never my intention For all of this to come For all of this to come For all of this to come to be