We rise
As weathered vessels
And time
Wears us down to the core
We stride
Hopeful and reckless
Through the wide
Crack of a broken door
We're hardened, yet aching sore
Hungry to find out more
We fly
As sinking vessels
Confined
Hovered above the floor
Our kind
Abandoned with questions
Resign
To wash onto the shore
We're hardened, yet aching sore
Hungry to find out more
What are we searching for
Lost in delusion
Nothing is proven
What are we searching for
Fog of illusion
Got to keep moving
I don't take light
The drifting tide
When I can't find
A place to row
I don't take light
The drifting tide
When I can't find
A place
What are we searching for
What are we searching for
What are we searching for
What are we searching for