Из альбома: Girls on the Avenue
Seabird flying down so low
It makes me restless watching you
I'm chained down here to mundane goals
As you soar and glide over that blue horizon
Sitting here beside the sea
I come here as a fugitive
Sneak away from the factory
Where sometimes it just hurts to be alive
Burn, burn down your bridges
While you still got the time
Burn, burn down your bridges
Look ahead, not behind
Mother ocean, comfort me
I come here as a fugitive
I'm tired of all society's lies
I'm searching for the joy there is in life
I'm not alone, I've found new friends
Don't talk words, 'cause words are lies
Gonna see this life right onto the end
And it sure feels good to be alive