Pulling It Off کے بول

Cast adrift here once and forever more I will strain my eyes for a hint of shore I will say my prayers I will dream a flood I will wet my lips with a turtle's blood I'll extend my arm in pursuit of praise I'm a metaphor in a water phase I will count the stars I will plot my course I will plough my path I will dig my trough At least I have a plan Now to pull it off. I dare you... Come look for seashells on this wayward shore Ooooooooohh... Ooooooooohh... Come look for seashells on this wayward shore Come look for seashells on this wayward shore Come look for seashells on this wayward shore Come look for seashells on this wayward shore