[ Featuring the Thieves ]
The pier
Appears
As she approaches
Grey
Painted sky
She runs from her mind
Oh, la da da
If her grip should fade
Yeah, la da da
She floats
Cold sea spray
In her eyes
Climbing toward the sky
It's high tide
When the lake
Takes her but she floats
Oh, la da da
And if her grip should fade
She floats
(It's more than you can say for most)
She's living like a ghost
The pier
Appears
As she approaches
Grey
Painted sky
She runs from her mind
(It's more than you can say for most)
She's living like a ghost
