Tekstovi: Sinch. Clearing The Channel. Sails.

Citizens of a starless sky have stolen the sun and held it for ransom,
an endless greed unsatisfied
Can see the blood on their hands does more than just feed them,
it's there for a reason because for all we know
All this is just a dream, things are not exactly as they seem,
save time to sit back and have a drink
Another man might just believe what he's told,
I'm on my way to being bought and sold, can't wait to measure
My blood out in gold and platinum sales, so drink the ocean(wine), drink it down
The past is far gone replaced by this moment,
we're shadows of ourselves confined to shelves with nothing left to say
Content to fade away and for all we know,
all this is just a dream things are not exactly as they seem
Save time to sit back and have a drink,
forgetting is easy without any soul with each empty promise it keeps getting old
Learning to measure my blood out in gold and platinum sales,
or have I just failed, lost sight of the trail
If all this is just a dream things might not be quite as bad as they seem,
I'd probably sit back and have a drink
Another man might just believe what he's told,
but I'm on my way to being bought and sold
Can see them setting their sales for the gold and platinum skies