The Custom of the Sea lyrics

We'll die of thirst On the sea, the same as the city but flat black asphalt waves lack the trade winds to save us from the isolation so paddle hard because we all know what the straws decree one of us has go this time no one makes it home We'll die of thirst On the sea, the same as the city but flat black asphalt waves lack the trade winds to save us from the isolation so paddle hard because we all know what the straws decree one of us has go this time no one makes it home