I can't stand to hear you sing about your captain,
Anymore than I can stand
This public seclusion.
I have to endure
But I still do what I have to.
And I find myself on the street,
Put on another layer,
Another false pretense.
This can't stop the cold
Or all my selfishness,
But I still do what I have to.
What I see on the back of you,
Takes me there, keeps me whole.
Is this emptiness or is this home?
Is there beauty, even is faulty
And blemished in the rainfall?
I don't think it exists, it exist in me.
But I still do what I have to.
What I see on the back of you,
Takes me there, keeps me whole.
Is this emptiness or is this home?
Can you feel it coming off me?
The steam rises and settles
With every breath I breathe.
Can you feel it coming off me?
The steam rises and settles
With every breath I breathe.
Can you feel it coming off me?
The steam rises and settles
With every breath that I breathe.
What I see on the back of you,
Takes me there, keeps me whole.
Is this emptiness or Is this home?
I do what I have to do,
What I have to do, what I have to do,
What I have to do, what I have to do,
What I have to do, what I have to do,
What I have to do, what I have to do.

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