Oh no, this isn’t a good day
This is one of those you hate so much
No land in sight and, no anchor tight and
This time, it fucks you up
On the sea a storm is raging
And our shores are entirely out of reach
Our ship goes down, needs salvation now
I send the signal out into the void
S.O.S. – we’re sinking!
Sending out the Morse code
Our connection is delinking
We have need of a lifeboat
41°46’N 50°14’W
Why couldn’t we just stay in the harbour?
Why couldn’t we trust in what they’ve said?
But trying out sometimes is wiser
The great ones are never giving up the game
This time we failed in the venture
But that’s the way when you’re a pioneer on your way
To invent the lightbulb
Edison needed over a thousand essays
To have tried is always better
Than to have never known
S.O.S. … S.O.S.
Sinking! Wants immediate assistance!
