Ever creeping forward
Eyes on the horizon
Waiting not, wading out to sea
Said you wouldn't miss me
Gritted teeth, undone by anger
And so I'm calculating to be free
Wash me clean, better as I run
Wash me clean, instead I get to
High up on land
It may look to you like drowning
Air is not what I seek to breathe
My own two hands
Hold this horn that I am sounding
And these are not the signals of defeat
Wash me clean, better as I run
Wash me clean, instead I get to
I understand we only
Make one set of plans
Life I want will cost the one I have
Simple death, daily
Wash me clean, better as I run
Wash me clean, instead I get to