[Verse 1: Will Sheff]
Packed and all eyes turned in
No one to see on the quay, no one waving for me
Just the shoreline receding
Ticket in my hand, I'm thinking: "wish I didn't hand it in"
'Cause who said sailing is fine?
Leaving behind all the faces that I might
Replace, if I tried, on that long ride
Looking deep inside, but I don't want to look so deep inside yet
[Pre-Chorus 1: Jonathan Meiburg]
Sit down, sit down on the prow to wave "bye,"
There might not be another stop further on the line
Look out, look out at each town that glides by
And there's another crowd to drown in crying eyes
[Chorus 1: Will Sheff]
And see how that light you loved now just won't shine?
There might just be another star, this high and far, in some other sky
[Verse 2: Will Sheff]
We sing, "Is that marionette
Real enough yet to step off of that set
To decide what her dance might be doing?
Ruining the play, to in the ensuing melee, escape?"
We packed up all of our bags
The ship's deck now sags from the weight of our tracks
As we pace beneath flags black and battered
Rattling our swords in service of some faded foreign lord
Packed and all eyes turned in
No one to see on the quay, no one waving for me
Just the shoreline receding
Ticket in my hand, I'm thinking: "wish I didn't hand it in"
'Cause who said sailing is fine?
Leaving behind all the faces that I might
Replace, if I tried, on that long ride
Looking deep inside, but I don't want to look so deep inside yet
[Pre-Chorus 1: Jonathan Meiburg]
Sit down, sit down on the prow to wave "bye,"
There might not be another stop further on the line
Look out, look out at each town that glides by
And there's another crowd to drown in crying eyes
[Chorus 1: Will Sheff]
And see how that light you loved now just won't shine?
There might just be another star, this high and far, in some other sky
[Verse 2: Will Sheff]
We sing, "Is that marionette
Real enough yet to step off of that set
To decide what her dance might be doing?
Ruining the play, to in the ensuing melee, escape?"
We packed up all of our bags
The ship's deck now sags from the weight of our tracks
As we pace beneath flags black and battered
Rattling our swords in service of some faded foreign lord
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