Aug 06, 2006 23:04
You built the docks and gave the water.
You constructed our ships to set sail.
But we had different ideas.
We've conquered or own islands without you.
All you want is for us to come home.
To the harbor, to the kingdom.
Our sails followed the wind of the world.
We searched for days and days for our own treasure.
We grow tired and there was a mutiny on deck,
And why didn't ever wonder if we should come home.
To the harbor, to the kingdom.
Redeem us Admiral.
We're not sure if our compasses are working.
Redeem us Father.
Help us get back to where You are.
'Cause I've been puking ever since we left.
This homesickness isn't what I planned.
You found us broken and hungry out in who knows where.
Our flares had died and so did our will.
Take us back, will you take us back?
Onto your boat, let's go back home.
To the harbour, to the kingdom.