Like a madman tossing into the sea
empty bottles then hoping
someone can read through
an S.O.S. written in thin air
to tell you I feel lonely
I sketch with drained ink
I get drunk on the noise
of bodies all around me
like vines braided tight
without sensing the distress
It's hard to yell for help
when so much tragedy crushes us
and tears knotted by stress
smother the love cries even more
from those who are weakened
and with a last hope
I get drunk on the noise
of bodies all around me
like vines braided tight
without sensing the distress
All the screams, the S.O.S.s
in the water they leave a trace
whose foam makes it beautiful
Caught inside their glass ship
but the waves drag them back
as star-stones on the rocks
And I picked up the shards of glass
I glued every piece together
everything was clear as water
Against the past there's nothing to do
We gotta change the heroes
In a world where the best
I get drunk on the noise
of bodies all around me
like vines braided tight
without sensing the distress
All the screams, the S.O.S.s
in the water they leave a trace
whose foam makes it beautiful
Caught inside their glass ship
but the waves drag them back
as star-stones on the rocks
All the screams, the S.O.S.s
in the water they leave a trace
whose foam makes it beautiful
Caught inside their glass ship
but the waves drag them back
as star-stones on the rocks