Recorded Agust 2012 by Rob Hobson at Silent City Productions, Leeds, UK.
Screaming for help at the entrance to caves set so close to the shore
Yet no one can hear us; the lights are blacked out on the top of the cliff
Now it's getting so cold, the rain starts to fall adding waves to the tide
The crows fly alone, starting to drown out our cries in the storm
Despite all the storms, we'll make our escape on a ship bound for ports
Undiscovered on maps, we're great explorers. Let's make our mark in our history.
If we stay strong, I'm sure we'll survive
with that thought in our heads of houses on horizons
Divided by sea, blended into sky,
Darkened by the clouds that have now formed the storm.
I'm holding on for dear life, hanging on the edge of rocks with my nails dug in deep
I'm shivering with cold, there's desperation in my voice as I'm calling out one last time
Will somebody save me?
I'm filling my lungs with the ocean.
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