Alone in the dark when no one's trying to find you
No one knows you're gone
Alone with the facts you tried to put behind you
It's not your fault
Alone on the edge of something far too deep to
Jump ship and swim
Adrift with no light above to navigate to
You'll never win, so tell me
Where's our story of modern glory?
Our heroes are all relics of rewritten pasts
I'm uninspired
This is not a tale of redemption
Tides in their effortless ascension
Only are we ever survivors of modern life
Never to be such as Poseidon to any waters
We are the flotsam, only leaving trails behind
Mother Mary, full of grace
Have you preserved a higher space?
The human brain's far too convoluted for the weight of air
And we're in despair, so tell me
Where's our story of modern glory?
These pages are unwritten, but the ink is dry
And I am tired
This is not a tale of redemption
Tides in their effortless ascension
Only are we ever survivors of modern life
Never to be such as Poseidon to any waters
We are the flotsam, only leaving trails behind
The darkness of the coming year, and everything I've come to fear
Are self-projected shadows on the wall
These echoes on the stagnant air, and everything I've come to bear
Are far beyond and outside my control
Should I then carry grievances for all the pain and sorrow I forgot?
The master of the universe, the master of the universe I'm not
The master of the universe, the master of the universe I'm not
Mitch Allen - Flotsam Lyrics
Mitch Allen - Flotsam Lyrics
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Alone in the dark when no one's trying to find you
No one knows you're gone
Alone with the facts you tried to put behind you
It's not your fault
Alone on the edge of something far too deep to
Jump ship and swim
Adrift with no light above to navigate to
You'll never win, so tell me
Where's our story of modern glory?
Our heroes are all relics of rewritten pasts
I'm uninspired
This is not a tale of redemption
Tides in their effortless ascension
Only are we ever survivors of modern life
Never to be such as Poseidon to any waters
We are the flotsam, only leaving trails behind
Mother Mary, full of grace
Have you preserved a higher space?
The human brain's far too convoluted for the weight of air
And we're in despair, so tell me
Where's our story of modern glory?
These pages are unwritten, but the ink is dry
And I am tired
This is not a tale of redemption
Tides in their effortless ascension
Only are we ever survivors of modern life
Never to be such as Poseidon to any waters
We are the flotsam, only leaving trails behind
The darkness of the coming year, and everything I've come to fear
Are self-projected shadows on the wall
These echoes on the stagnant air, and everything I've come to bear
Are far beyond and outside my control
Should I then carry grievances for all the pain and sorrow I forgot?
The master of the universe, the master of the universe I'm not
The master of the universe, the master of the universe I'm not
No one knows you're gone
Alone with the facts you tried to put behind you
It's not your fault
Alone on the edge of something far too deep to
Jump ship and swim
Adrift with no light above to navigate to
You'll never win, so tell me
Where's our story of modern glory?
Our heroes are all relics of rewritten pasts
I'm uninspired
This is not a tale of redemption
Tides in their effortless ascension
Only are we ever survivors of modern life
Never to be such as Poseidon to any waters
We are the flotsam, only leaving trails behind
Mother Mary, full of grace
Have you preserved a higher space?
The human brain's far too convoluted for the weight of air
And we're in despair, so tell me
Where's our story of modern glory?
These pages are unwritten, but the ink is dry
And I am tired
This is not a tale of redemption
Tides in their effortless ascension
Only are we ever survivors of modern life
Never to be such as Poseidon to any waters
We are the flotsam, only leaving trails behind
The darkness of the coming year, and everything I've come to fear
Are self-projected shadows on the wall
These echoes on the stagnant air, and everything I've come to bear
Are far beyond and outside my control
Should I then carry grievances for all the pain and sorrow I forgot?
The master of the universe, the master of the universe I'm not
The master of the universe, the master of the universe I'm not
Writer: Mitch Allen
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