Well I warned you once, my master
That the breeze belongs to the seas
Don't pretend that you're ahead of it
This is the last time
I hold you to it,
Though you're still young
If you insist on
Laying claim to the land that you've tread on
Oh I've tried, my master
But your age and your growing up
Is your crutch be aware of it
Sing out not inside
Don't rely on your face for a smile
Understand your anger
What's easy now will get harder.
All our insides
Are just infants
All our hearts fill
And empty in equal parts
I swear on high, I'm still here
Though when time gets rough
You might be tempted to give in too