The Sea Of Atlas

C F C C Through wires and waves, our voices carry. F C Such careful words that we can barely speak out loud. We found an ocean when we needed land. G We drowned in words when we needed a hand. F So we plead for night, C and the sun keeps on spilling light. C F C There's a fine line, a fine line in between G Em F Our progress and our instability. C We can't help ourselves but hunt for more. G F A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore- C The catalyst we've waited for. C C F C We live and die under the thumb of fear, As though the finish line will merely disappear F Dm F If we take one less step, C even to catch our breath. C We once felt safe, like no cure was needed. Our vocabularies had no room for “defeated,” F C But we grew up quick and became connoisseurs of it. F C There's a fine line, a fine line in between G F Our progress and our instability. Dm C We can't help ourselves but hunt for more. G F A design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore- C The catalyst we've waited for.