Sink, Florida, Sink

Not one more word tonight
Between here and there
We'll put a distance the size of the ocean
So now his heart can be a skipping rythym
As the cadence carries me
I almost drift away
Far enough to forget
But if it comes, you cannot hesitate
But if found, I will write
An account and seal it in an envelope
Addressed to your last known residence

Whoa (Whoa, oh, oh oh, oh)

And we sink, and we drown
And what is lost can never be found
Well these arms did swim until the lungs pulled in
But panic was lost in a deep understanding
That you will see what is wrong with everything
What is wrong with you and me
We make all the right reasons to fuck it up
You got to fuck it up

Whoa (Whoa, oh, oh oh, oh)