Verse 1]
Loose lips tell this
Irreverent poetry, rain and mist, sinking ships
In the proverbial sea, make me a secret keeper
Make me another acolyte, taking flight, chasing down Icarus

Daydream that tomorrow's cancelled
Might as well face the music
And it's a plummet, not a fall from grace
To an altitude of egos gasping for air

My hands won't toil in life
My hands just hold on tight
Your hands could hold on mine
Our hands just killing time

The coffers found a trap door
The poor boxes escape
And in the end, you'll justify it dying
Wrap a season's greeting in red tape

Loose lips choose this
Cheap fate and legacy
Drowning in the sea, I'll be your secret keeper
Pathetic acolyte, we just might break down

Break my back upon
Weightless stars
I'll be a hollow man
Break my back upon
Weightless stars
I'll be a hollow man