Bless the ocean
Bless the day
Bless these weary hearts so broken
They came up empty
Bottles and chains
Someone told them they're good for nothing
From the alley to the door
All the stray cats, they come for Darling
From the perch high on greedy claims
They watch the hopeless make sad religion
I think we need a great translator
To close the captions off, to bring those dead boats in
I think we need a great translator
To close the captions off, to bring those dead boats in
Come the answer
Come the time
Will there always be those with nothing?
Reaching hands towards a loveless sky
To a God who don't speak they're language
I think we need a great translator
To close the captions off, to bring those dead boats in
I think we need a great translator
To close the captions off, to bring those dead boats in