Lyrics

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