Sink Tomorrow's Ship Songtext
von Invasives

You waste away your days at work
Awarding time a tighter grip
You dream of all the champagne dashed
Across the hulls of sunken ships
A glass that always sits half full
It′s seeming only natural
So tip it back and drink it down
A toast to all the souls that drowned You counted on the ghost of chance
To write the song that wrote itself
The first time you heard its was
When you were singing it to yourself
But how did your mouth get so full
It's seems so impossible
The only chance you hope to get
Is to be pulled out of the wreck