There is no hole in which to hide 

There is no plane to catch 

No hope, tell them that's warm enough 

No rent to a room that's quiet 



A friend I've known through six degrees 

Cools down to where I hide 

A friend I've known through dreams and prayers 

She comes back to my side 



You're so far from wanting to talk 

You're so far from wanting to say something good 

Feel something good 



The sea cries of loves of girls 

The sea cries of boys 

The storm, we are the both of us 

Too close to ever love 



Whiskey from the island of Sun 

Whiskey from the year you were born 

Tastes like kidnap and ransom and exile 



Somebody asked me what hell was like 

Somebody asked me for help 

Somebody asked me what hell was like 

Lunging and happening, parting of souls 



Every girl you ever admired 

Every boy you ever desired 

Every love you ever forgot 

Every person that you despised is forgiven