We are afloat in the ocean - it's our neck of the woods
It rained for ages, will we have to abandon ship
Because it feels like home
I suddenly lost interest here
We get further and further away from making it (tasting it, faking it)
Bordering on the borderline, we'll never get there
We get further and further away from making it
Can you sense the negation in the air - all the standards have dropped
We are caught in the fires of tomorrow
But it still feels like home
I suddenly lost interest here
We get further and further away from making it
Bordering on the borderline but we never really get there
We get further and further away from making it