If I lost a map, if I lost it all. Or fell into the trap then she'd call... When you're tired of racing and you find you never left the start.
Come on baby, don't let it break your heart. Those... heavenly we bled, still on we crawl. Trying to catch a cannonball,
and a slowly burning tide;
Through my veins is flowing, from my shipwreck I heard her call, She said:
When you're tired of aiming your arrows, still you never hit the mark. Even in your rains and shadows. Still we're never going to part. Come on baby, don't let it break your heart.