The Wrong Sea

You wake up in the plastic
Wrapped up so tight
You call the congregation
To tell them what's on your mind
You're left with one decision
You have to say goodbye
You said you'd wait forever
But you ran out of time


Half my life from the sky
I sold my story to the night
And all my friend's souls went on by

You're left with no more money
Like I said you would
You call the congregation
Down in the neighbourhood

You change that blunt expression
Its not about the election
Its about what you have made

(imcomplete)