Okta Logue - Pitch Black Dark

Get out of town
(Move on!)
Get off the ground
(Come on!)
All the choices you have made
Fire back and put a weight on you

Reset the truth
(Back out!)
Replace your fuse
(Bail out!)
Though it seems you've been betrayed
You kind of do appreciate it now, don't you?

Lonesome sailor
Drifting with the current in a sea of misery
Missing spaceman
Get your feet back on the ground

Release the doubts
(Drop out!)
Try to come down
(Cast out) all the noises and mistakes
All the voices and indifferent frowns

Shattered clowns (call out)
Another round (for you)
On a merry-go-round all day
I see you slowly float away
But I hold you

Lonesome sailor
Drifting with the current in a sea of misery
Missing spaceman
Get your feet back on the ground

And as you linger outside space and time
I hope you're looking for your peace of mind
And you wander around the streets like you always used to
But you just can't find your way back home

Lonesome sailor
Will you ever hear me, out there all alone at sea?
Missing spaceman
I hope you'll come home safe and sound

Behind the solid walls you've built
I bet you get equipped to tear them down
I wish I could cut through the thicket in your head
And help you find your peace of mind

Finding peace in the pitch-black dark
With your back up against the wall
With your thoughts entangled and dull
It's so hard to see through it all