Lyrics

We’re lost
So I’ve found
There are no lines on the map
No guide on the ground

We hoard
We drown
Collecting everything
But the sound

Of quiet thought
To look within
It’s just so hard to do
In all this din

I'm thinking of turning around
I'm thinking of turning around
I'm thinking of turning around
We should be thinking of turning around

We climb
The zealot tree
With no safety net
Underneath

It's such a blue world
I'm thinking of turning around
It's such a cruel world
I'm thinking of turning around
It's such a blue world
I'm thinking of turning around
It's such a cruel world
We should be thinking of turning around