Woodkid

We packed our bags and said farewell
Untied the knot and raised the sail
We threw our hearts into the sea
Forgot all of our memories
The wind was sweet and smelled of home
The sea was rough and felt unknown
Escaping shores of lunacy
Dawn light, twilight, infinity
Can we keep our baring straight
Or will we be blown off course
Are we instruments of fate?
Do we really have a choice?