Snitches Get Stitches

Snitches Get Stitches
I can say firmly
None of them knew the colour of the sky
Imagine if we were lost at sea
Not a single lip would move to reveal the stars to me
I am so lost amongst a sea of desperation
That these milky clouds fail to shine their light
On the path I know I'm meant to take

Loose lips sink ships
And where were you when the sun went down
And our bows filled with lies?
Loose lips sink ships
And where were you when the stern broke in two?
I was left with nothing to hold onto
No one knew the colour of the sky
No one knew where, or how, or why
Cement my thoughts to my ankles and cast me overboard
The liar, the wretch, the failed
Cement my failures, throw me overboard
I'll stare skyward (and) try to remember that, I don't blame them
They could never see the true colour of the sky
Wistful and lonely, caught on my own
My sky is the only, my sky, oh, so lonely