Pitch Black Dark - Okta Logue

Get out of town

Move on!

Get off the ground

Come on!

All the choices you have made

Fire back and put a weight on you

Reset the truth

Back out!

Replace your fuse

Bail out!

Though it seems you’ve been betrayed

You kind of do appreciate it now, don’t you?

Lonesome sailor

Drifting with the current in a sea of misery

Missing spaceman

Get your feet back on the ground

Release the doubts

Drop out!

Try to come down

Cast out all the noises and mistakes

All the voices and indifferent frowns

Shattered clowns call out

Another round for you

Oh on a merry-go-round all day

I see you slowly float away

But I hold you

Lonesome sailor

Drifting with the current in a sea of misery

Missing spaceman

Get your feet back on the ground

And as you linger outside space and time

I hope you’re looking for your peace of mind

And you wander 'round the streets like you always used to

But you just can’t find your way back home

Lonesome sailor

Will you ever hear me, out there all alone at sea?

Missing spaceman

I hope you’ll come home safe and sound

Behind the solid walls you’ve built

I bet you get equipped to tear them down

I wish I could cut through the thicket in your head

And help you find your peace of mind

Finding peace in the pitch-black dark

With your back up against the wall

With your thoughts entangled and dull

It’s so hard to see through it all