Third Atlantic
Our grave danger built of lights and motors strikes the locals hypnotic
as we swept the sick off of our infested ship in a dazzling display of logic.
We drink the water we sail on.
So drink it up sailor, sail on.
We are all wrong.
Bullet trains are bringing home the soldiers to find their families trampled
with the weight of the fiber optics placed inside the soil samples.
Surveillance for the chapel door.
Oh lord, keep safe our imperfect form.
There is no port from the storm.
No shelter from the wrong that I've brought along and I've caused it all.
There is no port from the storm.
No shelter from the wrong that I've brought along and I've caused it all.
We are all wrong.
I've seen so little light in the grip of constant night.
Track my life by satellite
cause lord I'm lost
Our seasons at an end.
We'll burn every single bridge to keep this ship sailing on.
There is no port from the storm.
No shelter from the wrong that I've brought along and I've caused it all.
There is no port from the storm.
No shelter from the wrong that I've brought along and I've caused it all.
Tercer Atlántico
Nuestro grave peligro construido de luces y motores golpea a los lugareños hipnóticos
mientras sacamos a los enfermos de nuestro barco infestado en un deslumbrante despliegue de lógica.
Bebemos el agua en la que navegamos.
Así que bebe, marinero, sigue navegando.
Todos estamos equivocados.
Los trenes bala traen a casa a los soldados para encontrar a sus familias pisoteadas
con el peso de las fibras ópticas colocadas dentro de las muestras de suelo.
Vigilancia para la puerta de la capilla.
Oh Señor, protege nuestra forma imperfecta.
No hay puerto que resista la tormenta.
Ni refugio del mal que he traído y causado todo.
No hay puerto que resista la tormenta.
Ni refugio del mal que he traído y causado todo.
Todos estamos equivocados.
He visto tan poca luz en el agarre de la noche constante.
Sigo mi vida por satélite
porque Señor, estoy perdido.
Nuestras estaciones llegan a su fin.
Quemaremos cada puente para mantener este barco navegando.
No hay puerto que resista la tormenta.
Ni refugio del mal que he traído y causado todo.
No hay puerto que resista la tormenta.
Ni refugio del mal que he traído y causado todo.