Apparently I'm a boy on a boat,
With high waves and an angry sea.
And on the lower deck people float.
They have been taken en have been brought back.
With high waves and an angry sea.

But at least I'm your boy on a boat.

Some things are to be grateful for,
you're one of them.

I know you never approve
I always disappoint you
But this is my life
And I have a point to prove

I wonder why
We humans have the habit
Of playing hide and  seek
From our own guilt

i believe,
even the stars
get tired.

when the night sky
had folded them away
back into the darkness

and the moon,
that lonesome thing,
has doused itself in shadows.

so will you too, my friend
shy away from the light
as if it would burn
if it reached you.

maybe you feel,
you just are not strong enough
to face the day.

that the midnight hour
is a broken thing

and oh, the silence
is deafening.

and you and i know, even the stars
are tired.

you mourn for them
as their light expires.

The last ever roar
Of the mighty lion fades;
The vultures gather.