A storm doesn't have a target
You lose your house just the same
An ocean goes where it needs to
And that's how I see you
Agendaless, agendaless
If we say what we mean to
We'll get where we need to be
I try to reach you
'Cause you're the butcher I look to
To cut through, to cut through
They'll keep you distracted
While their dogs tear through your trash
They'll split your attention
And cut some corners to take it back
To take it back, to take it back
