Music: Christian Stankovic
Right about now I've been feeling a little better
With the cold wind at my back
The horizon in my eyes and I hold within the reach
Of my aching heart
What's the difference if I'm already dead
Anchored to the floor and these words remain unsaid
Racing westward where the sea steals the sun
Taking my place among the broken ones
Burning up like I'm on the run
Taking my place among the broken ones
Castaways that slip down the coast
Catch them breaking, now I find myself alone
Saving face so it won't hurt as bad
Looking towards the rooftops while they're least feeling sad
Racing westward where the sea steals the sun
Taking my place among the broken ones
Burning up like I'm on the run
Taking my place among the broken ones