Will everything fade to grey
The nearest land, it floats away
The crest of waves will swallow me
I'm drifting off to end of seas

The vultures in the trembling air
The tide could take me anywhere
The driftwood is about sink
In water I just cannot drink

The cold beneath, it drags me down
I fight the urge for solid ground
My tears, the sea, they taste the same
I'm longing for the clouds, the rain

Surrounded by water 
And broken down machinery 
This could go on endlessly