Oh my captor, my sweet captor,
        can I ask for just one favor?
Can I have what’s left
        of the mangled mess that’s me?
I’d like to share my bare bones
        and the holes that bare my soul
        to the one that keeps me...

                                        ... closest to her home.

I can swear that I will return
        if you set me free
        to see her
But I can’t promise I’ll come back to you
        with everything in place
        and put back together.

I heard you were bleeding for the coast
        when you were dreaming of my ghost,
        I’ve always wondered where it goes
        when you’re the one that’s in control.

See, I’m not sure what I believe
        at times...
                                        ... are we angels or just seeds?

        Are we stars or are we...

                                        ... vessels lost at sea?