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Sail
I’m sailing on a white boat towards the norths cold
But I think I’m farther judging by these faces
Because where I stand and where I am
Are two quit different places
I can’t raise my hands to lift my spirits
But I can raise my sail high against the wind
Steer my thoughts towards the deeper waters
Leaving this port of memories as a friend
Chorus: Instrumental
I can’t recall feeling good about these days
Loose ends have let me go for some years
So press on through the weary doubts
No element is gonna give me the smiles I think I deserve
Shapes and sizes of my mistakes are clear
But nothing is close to how I feel
Oh
But, has it ever felt more real
Chorus x2: Instrumental
I’m sailing on a white boat towards the norths cold
But I think I’m farther judging by these faces
Because where I stand and where I am
Are two quit different places
I can’t raise my hands to lift my spirits
But I can raise my sail high against the wind
Steer my thoughts towards the deeper waters
Leaving this port of memories as a friend
Chorus: Instrumental
I can’t recall feeling good about these days
Loose ends have let me go for some years
So press on through the weary doubts
No element is gonna give me the smiles I think I deserve
Shapes and sizes of my mistakes are clear
But nothing is close to how I feel
Oh
But, has it ever felt more real
Chorus x2: Instrumental