The sun is weary as it makes its way down The sound of gravel crunches under my feet as I walked up to that house where the water rushed in Clenching sand in my fist, the tide was reaching for me Sometimes I wish I could float back to you where it was safe and sound 'cause it's a jungle out here It's funny how they'll always drive me... The space is empty, more than it already was We're disassembled, let's pick up and dust off I woke up in that house when the water rushed in Clenching sand in my fist, the tide was reaching for me Sometimes I wish I could float back to you where it was safe and sound 'cause it's a jungle out here It's funny how they'll always drive me to that better known vacancy