Some nights you call for the jaws of life
To pull you out of the crash
A forgotten ghost from your past
When enough doesn’t cut it
When you’re backed up against a wall
Is it the life that you wanted?

Shipwrecked.

My hearts a lonesome island,

Disaster lines it’s shipwreck shore,

A fleet of souls they thought they’d found

What they’d been searching for,

But your treasure maps were lying,

There’s nothing gold beneath my sand,

Don’t let the sea convince you,

That it’s safer on my land.

You might be a skilful sailor,

With nothing but the purest aim,

But I have fought so many pirates,

That you now all look the same.

So take heed of my lighthouse,

Even waves break on my rocks.

There’s a reason not a single ship,

Has made it to my docks.

And I wish I could offer shelter,

From those storm in my sky.

Because you’ve not made it ashore,

But you should know, neither have I.