Carve your scar in the land
Carve your scar with barbarian’s hand

All the lines point so straight and tall
Oh I can never get used to being so small

I’m going someplace where I’ve never been
And I’ll never come back this way again

All five senses float in and out
I see without seeing
I feel without touch
Am I with you or are you with me
Are you sticking to land or are you drifting out to sea
Drifting out to sea
Drifting out to sea

Slow it down
Make it stop
I was only looking up I didn’t see the drop
Didn’t see the drop
Didn’t see the drop