Does invention of the soul
Come from punishing the body?
Or is madness of the lonely mind
Just a prison on a dead sea?
[Chorus]
There’s no center in this cyclone sea
There’s no name for what you’re feeling
There’s no sound out on the open sound
As you drown what you’re concealing
[Verse 2]
We speak things no one can hear
We echo in the sunlight
We did not ask to be in this world
But we want to see things put right
[Chorus]
There’s no center in this cyclone sea
There’s no name for what you’re feeling
There’s no sound out on the open sound
[Verse 1] Does invention of the soul Come from punishing the body? Or is madness of the lonely mind Just a prison on a dead sea? [Chorus] There’s no center in this cyclone sea There’s no name for what you’re feeling There’s no sound out on the open sound As you drown what you’re concealing [Verse 2] We speak things no one can hear We echo in the sunlight We did not ask to be in this world But we want to see things put right [Chorus] There’s no center in this cyclone sea There’s no name for what you’re feeling There’s no sound out on the open sound Explain Request ×
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