Had a picture in my pocket
Had a map with your hand on it
Gravel in the dark
A certain kind of soothing
Don't stop there I wanna keep moving
I'm as sick of oceans
As anybody else
Not on top of all the cleaning
Not at ease when I should be sleeping
And the floor turns milk
The kind you can't breathe in
Don't stop there I wanna keep feeling
Just forget the things you saw
When your spit fell on the floor
If you feel an itch to the handle on the door
Don't stop there I wanna rebuild more
Don't stop there I wanna rebuild more
I'm as sick of oceans
As anybody else
Don't stop there I wanna keep moving
All this drifting's doing us nothing
Gotta ease into the quiet
If you don't you'll fall inside
Cradle syrup in your silence
Nothing left but burnt out wiring
Don't stop there I wanna keep moving
All this drifting's doing us nothing