If we were all so innocent, there would be no room left for a monument. If we
were all so innocent, there would be no room left. ItÂ’s a destiny weÂ’ll all set
sail for, but will we reach our goal. Stranded at the sight of a paradise. All
we can hope for is a miracle, thereÂ’s mutany growing under our skin, growing
under our skin tonight. So sleep with open eyes. No matter what they say, donÂ’t
believe their lies. Trust your inner compass, itÂ’s not that fragile. ItÂ’s a
destiny weÂ’ll all set sail for, but will we reach our goal. Stranded at the
sight of a paradise. All we can hope for is a miracle, thereÂ’s mutany growing
under our skin, growing under our skin tonight. So sleep with open eyes. WeÂ’ll
take on water, so save your soul. And if notÂ’ youÂ’ll be dead by midnight.
BodyÂ’s are scattered across the shallow, shallow shoreline.