Eight Miles Out

Wade on out until the tide surrounds you
Flail around until the sharks have found you.
Because you're caught in a sea of doubt
Screaming for help, but you're eight miles out.
And if you're never found,
Would it be fair? Wouldn't be fair.
Would it be fair? Wouldn't be fair.
Shake your hips as saving ships roll past you.
Grab a memory and make it last you.
Because you're caught in a sea of doubt
Screaming for help, but you're eight miles out.
And if you're never found,
Would it be fair? Wouldn't be fair.
Would it be fair? Wouldn't be fair.