[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