There's no secrets between us
Only walls made of paper maché
When I unearthed your message
I was already a thousand miles away
I found the first of your letters
The one where you tried to explain
You'd rather take the form of anything your eyes laid upon
And it happened to be the clouds that day
And you're always dreaming of running away
Always dreaming, running away
This life has you fixed
And its skin so thick that we called you soldier
You're always bolder and braver
You set fire with the way you stepped
And we were swept away
Well, I should have known better
Than to get too close
To your undertow
'Cause we were swept away
Into the throws
Of your undertow
In the throws
Of your undertow
Your undertow