A noted absence of desire To pursue yet another dead end A fresh knot in the pattern Tangential this may become But right it could be We're taking on what seems like an endless voyage I will mark the lines and find my way back If and when the time comes But the longer I study this map The more lost I become The longer my mind is at sea The further everything is from reach We're taking on what seems like an endless voyage With only one who can serve as my anchor The weight of which is a subtlety too often overlooked when treading in shallow water It's no wonder this ship has not set sail But I'm starting to believe that when it does I won't want to find my way I don't want to find my way I don't want to find my way back I don't want to find my way Even if it's killing me But I'm starting to believe that when it does I won't want to find my way back! We're taking on what seems like an endless voyage With only one who can serve as my anchor