[Michael Cavanaugh]
One, two, three, four

[Stu Mackenzie]
I'm on the edge of a cliff
Gazing into an abyss
Weight of it all crushes me; a landslide of anxiety
I'm in the forest of my mind, adrift in moonless night
Where is the map for the journey?
Where are the crewmates who join me?
Born adrift, a fickle route
I'm in a sea of doubt

[Cook Craig]
Not again, not again, not again, not again, not again
Is this it? Is this it? Is this it? Is this it? Is this it?
I'm sinking deeper; submerging in the sea of doubt
Gotta tread water until I reach the shore and find my way out

[Ambrose Kenny-Smith]
We scatter the ashes from the singing birds' urn
Lingers in the air, then it settles into the earth
There's a light at the end of the tunnel
It may appear soft and subtle
And when you're trying to push uphill, the world tends to make you kneel
It's a harsh and feeble game
Your heart was full and then it sank
Breath bubbles to the surface
My anchor closed the curtains

[Stu Mackenzie]
Here comes the sun to clear the fog
Here comes a friend for me to lean on
Through the swell, and through the cloud
We're gonna swim out of the sea of doubt

We stand on solid ground
We take the time to look around
The lightness of the air lifts me
A breeze of serenity
We're in the meadow of our minds, basking in it's delight