Ashore

Seems as though you're coming up roses
 And the truth has a habit falling out of your mouth
 You're the cabin fever while I row
 There ain't no harbor to sorrow
 Pull the lever overthrow me
 I'll swim ashore, pick myself up from the sand
 Even if I'm sore, I look for you
 I'll run aground, to your holdfast and your crown
 And even if I frown, I look for you
 A bottle without a map
 You left me here with the math
 That you can't even solve
 Hollow overboard, leaderless hoard
 How do we even move forward?
 I'll swim ashore, pick myself up from the sand
 Even if I'm sore, I look for you
 I'll run aground, to your holdfast and your crown
 And even if I frown, I look for you
 I'll swim ashore, pick myself up from the sand
 Even if I'm sore, I look for you
 I'll run aground, to your holdfast and your crown
 And even if I frown, I look for you