Pirate Video (MV)

Well maybe next year
After sixteen bottles of tears have run clear
We'll remember how it feels to be nothing
Never have been something
And I saw the morning
Mountains spreading up to clouds
I'm coming down
I'm coming down

Well now I feel like a Pirate
So I'll see you on the seven seas
Salt water soaking porcelain teeth
And all the children fast asleep
And f*ck nostalgic memories
Think I'll just say good morning, please

And I mixed up Mondays
With something difficult to take
Mosaic forms keep taking shape
She got let go with bitter taste

And for a moment
My feet they lifted off the street
My friends they try to sedate me
I'm almost there just a few feet
Meet the boys who wear the blue jeans
And talk sweet talk like on TV
But hold on I cannot see
And hold on I cannot breathe
Just give it a moment please
A moment please
A second please

Well maybe next year
After sixteen bottles of tears have run clear
We'll remember how it feels to be nothing
Could have been something
And I saw the morning
Mountains spreading up to clouds
I'm coming down
I'm coming down