Scud Running

It's the floor I'm reaching for, a breath beneath the surface.
 That weighs me down, it cuts me from the line that you've been reeling.
 The sails are slashed we're fucked for sure, I'm waiting for the breakers.
 If there's a light from that beacon I can count the distance, in this thick hazy pea soup fog.
 It's a long way away.
 It's a long way away.
 It's a long way away.
 It's a long way away.
 It's a long way away.
 I can count the distance from where we should be- from where I thought we'd be by now,
 I can see it in the clouds.
 We break faster than pressure in a fold.
 It's the floor I'm reaching for, a breath beneath the surface.
 The sails are slashed we're fucked for sure.
 I'm falling starboard,
 I'm falling over
 I'm falling starboard,
 I'm falling over