These Nautical Miles-Quinzy

These Nautical Miles "Mark my words, pretty soon we'll see the birds filling this gray sky" I said it then but I can't say it now I know this ocean that we row had different plans all along Eye to the glass we are faster than fast X-ing the squares on the page we ripped out from a better book than ours We navigate the stars They do not have any idea and if i wanted nothing at all I would wait my turn, wait my turn and if i wanted nothing at all I would wait my turn, wait my turn I've cracked myself up trying to invent luck Oh, make believe I never even heard about that stuff So I can lead a normal life not looking down, looking up No empty quotes, no anchors left to slow Hold your breath and beg that we float These nautical miles, our trophies for the trials And if I wanted nothing at all I would wait my turn, wait my turn There is nothing left There is nothing left And if I wanted nothing at all I would wait my turn, wait my turn