Do you know that feeling when your throat runs dry?
When you stare into blank nothingness and life passes you by?
There must be so much more than just waking up and going to bed,
Pointless hours in between and a night to regret.

And tell me what a shame is this,
That you’ve never gone too far, never crossed a thing off any list?
Yeah, if all you do is just exist:
Stare right back into the grey and wave away the mist.

If in cities with harbours people have hope
I'll build you one and I'll build you a boat.
Then it's good to know that we can always leave,
That somewhere's air we'd still like to breathe.

That's easier said than done.
I know what it’s like when all of the shadows are one.
If all else fails just drop me a line.
I might not know the way but I’ll buy you some time.
Why don't we open up our eyes before glory fades?
Let's steady those hands that just shake.

If in cities with harbours people have hope
I'll build you one and I'll build you a boat.
Then it's good to know that we can always leave,
That somewhere's air we'd still like to breathe.

Do you know that feeling when your throat runs dry?
When you stare into blank nothingness and life passes you by?
There must be so much more than just waking up and going to bed.