Sink, Florida, Sink (Electric)

Not one more word tonight

Between here and there

We'll put a distance the size of the ocean

So now this heart can beat a skipping rhythm

As the cadence carries me

I almost drift away

Far enough to forget

That when it comes you cannot hesitate

And when found

I will write an account

And seal it in an envelope, addressed

To your last known residence

And we sink, and we drown

And what is lost can never be found

Well these arms did swim until the lungs pulled in

The panic was lost in a deep understanding

That you will see what is wrong with everything

What is wrong with you and me

They make all the right reasons to fuck it up

You're gonna fuck it up