Third Atlantic

Our grave danger's built of lights and motors

Strikes the locals hypnotic

As we swept the sick off of our infested ship

In a dazzling display of logic

We drink the water we sail on

So drink it up sailor, sail on

We are all wrong

Bullet trains are bringing home

Our soldiers to find their families trampled

With the weight of the fiber optics

Placed inside the soil samples

Surveillance for the chapel door

Oh lord, keep safe our imperfect form

There is no port from the storm

No shelter from the wrong I've brought along

And I've caused it all

There is no port from the storm

No shelter from the wrong I've brought along

And I've caused it all

We are all wrong

I've seen so little light in the grip of constant night

Track my life by satellite, 'cause lord, I'm lost

Our season is at an end, we'll burn every single bridge

To keep this ship sailing on

There is no port from the storm

No shelter from the wrong I've brought along

And I've caused it all