Ninety degrees I tilt back my head
The eye of the storm is up ahead
And the sky is black
As is the abyss
I don't know how to get us safely back
A spinning compass does not imply
Where the hell that is
(The hammer of injustice)
How could I have known
(The hammer of injustice)
That we would be here alone?
There's nothing I
Wouldn't trade in exchange
For this upcoming
Liquid mountain range
From off its glistening crest
For what it's worth
We could get off this ship
And walk off the Earth
But a spinning compass
Does not imply
Where the hell that is
(The hammer of injustice)
How could I have known
(The hammer of injustice)
That we would be here alone?
I'm sorry
I know I was never
Anyone to decide
To take you to sea
Forever
And trust luck
To provide
