You Never Arrived - Midlake

I untied all the rope lines

I gathered our things

And placed them beside me

You never arrived

And I got worried

You never arrived

And I was troubled

But you were bound to leave

And so I crumbled

You should steer

The seats are warm in this boat

Come on and hurry move your feet

Down the shore that winter had a hold on

And we’ll pass by

For the last time

We’ll pass by for the last time