The Sea Of Atlas کے بول

Through wires and waves, our voices carry Such careful words that we can barely speak out loud We found an ocean when we needed land We drowned in words when we needed a hand So we plead for night, and the sun keeps on spilling light There's a fine line, a fine line in between Our progress and our instability We can't help ourselves but hunt for more A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore The catalyst we've waited for We live and die under the thumb of fear As though the finish line will merely disappear If we take one less step, even to catch our breath We once felt safe, like no cure was needed Our vocabularies had no room for defeated But we grew up quick and became connoisseurs of it There's a fine line, a fine line in between Our progress and our instability We can't help ourselves but hunt for more A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore The catalyst we've waited for