If we’re all gonna wind up dead Maybe I should cut my loses; quit while I’m ahead But you won’t let me go. You insist I see the good in me, even when you don’t Set sail right off a cliff With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone If, if if, we’re all gonna turn to dust Make sure I’m mixed in with you and I won’t put up a fuss since it’s all just in my head A friend of me, a little hopeless drawn, erase everything I said Set sail right off a cliff With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone Set sail fright off a cliff With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone Rusty joints don’t fail me now Keep me afloat while the dam overflows One track mind don’t turn on me Conviction so stale, every night I derail (If we’re all gonna turn to dust. If we’re all gonna turn to dust.) Set sail right off a cliff With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone Set sail right off a cliff With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone Set sail right off a cliff With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone