When all your nets are dragging
Across the bottom of a dead sea
Is it not you who is lagging?
A heart going nowhere runs empty.
Wildly afloat on the waves of your discontent.
A cry lost in thunderous tempest.
Your ship wont reach the desired continent.
Do you fear now it does not exist?
The dreams of all hopeless men wilfully thrown overboard
Shall pile on the ocean floor only then to rise.
Ever the fleet will follow, set foot upon it and trample.
Delicate growth plucked and hollowed, in Adams curse we had wallowed Wildly afloat on the waves of your discontent.
A cry lost in thunderous tempest.
Your ship wont reach the desired continent.
Do you fear now it does not exist?
There is a knowing that begins below the surface, where the suns glimmer ends.
A profound depth longs to embrace the shallow hearts and fill its lungs with a
New found passion for life. It floats the soul to the surface and makes it one with air and light. You, Fleetburner, cannot save them. Their anchors fired upon you, false tokens of admiration. Hark the wind, open your sails to the storm, and never look back.
Fleetburner - The Fleet Lyrics
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When all your nets are dragging
Across the bottom of a dead sea
Is it not you who is lagging?
A heart going nowhere runs empty.
Wildly afloat on the waves of your discontent.
A cry lost in thunderous tempest.
Your ship wont reach the desired continent.
Do you fear now it does not exist?
The dreams of all hopeless men wilfully thrown overboard
Shall pile on the ocean floor only then to rise.
Ever the fleet will follow, set foot upon it and trample.
Delicate growth plucked and hollowed, in Adams curse we had wallowed Wildly afloat on the waves of your discontent.
A cry lost in thunderous tempest.
Your ship wont reach the desired continent.
Do you fear now it does not exist?
There is a knowing that begins below the surface, where the suns glimmer ends.
A profound depth longs to embrace the shallow hearts and fill its lungs with a
New found passion for life. It floats the soul to the surface and makes it one with air and light. You, Fleetburner, cannot save them. Their anchors fired upon you, false tokens of admiration. Hark the wind, open your sails to the storm, and never look back.
Across the bottom of a dead sea
Is it not you who is lagging?
A heart going nowhere runs empty.
Wildly afloat on the waves of your discontent.
A cry lost in thunderous tempest.
Your ship wont reach the desired continent.
Do you fear now it does not exist?
The dreams of all hopeless men wilfully thrown overboard
Shall pile on the ocean floor only then to rise.
Ever the fleet will follow, set foot upon it and trample.
Delicate growth plucked and hollowed, in Adams curse we had wallowed Wildly afloat on the waves of your discontent.
A cry lost in thunderous tempest.
Your ship wont reach the desired continent.
Do you fear now it does not exist?
There is a knowing that begins below the surface, where the suns glimmer ends.
A profound depth longs to embrace the shallow hearts and fill its lungs with a
New found passion for life. It floats the soul to the surface and makes it one with air and light. You, Fleetburner, cannot save them. Their anchors fired upon you, false tokens of admiration. Hark the wind, open your sails to the storm, and never look back.
Writer: KEVIN STORM
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Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network