The seven days in a week
Make up fifty-two weeks in a year
Don’t let these 365 days
Be locked inside of a mirror

Don’t worry about the past
For history, you can’t change
Change the cursed ship’s mast
So your future is rearranged

I’ve fallen through the window
Straight through your hourglass
Through ripped sails, the wind blows
The ship is sinking fast
I’m holding on to nothing
And I hit the water at last
Only knowing one thing
Never let your lives sail past

The deep blue sea
It holds a vital mystery
To seek the truth, dive in deep--
Erase prognostic misery

If you hit the tip of the iceberg
Do not let it take its toll
Brace for the sudden crash
So you prosper through your soul

I’ve fallen through the window
Straight through your hourglass
Through ripped sails, the wind blows
The ship is sinking fast
I’m holding on to nothing
And I hit the water at last
Only knowing one thing
Never let your lives sail past

I’ve fallen through the window
Straight through your hourglass
Through ripped sails, the wind blows
The ship is sinking fast
I’m holding on to nothing
And I hit the water at last
Only knowing one thing
Never let your lives sail past