Sleepwalking Into the Ocean - Thieving Irons

They said we’d walk with shadows and lead with our left foot

Hold the pain in our hands, just a whisper in our minds

We want off this road, we want ocean

We want soil, we want no guns

This is the first day in the rest of your life

We were told there’d be days like these sometime

Rivers to swim and mountains to climb

Down to the valleys

Lift the soil to look for a sign

In this atlas of our modern guilt

The illusion of time

Dreaming, sometimes swimming

Dreaming, sometimes swimming

Still dreaming holding onto the feeling

Trying not to give in

Sleepwalking into the ocean

Into the ocean

Into the ocean