Lyrics

Run away
Come inside
This ship is filled with strangers
And you’re barely alive
Are you a stowaway
In the night?
The package is marked for transit
Stamped on the inside
Are you content?
Or are you just content?
There’s no way of knowing
What are we doing?
Running late
Never time
Can life be the remainder
Of our addled pride?
Whose turn is it
To stand in the light?
Everyone owns a story
With a market price
Are you content?
Or are you just content?
There’s no way of knowing
What are we doing?
Are you content?
Or are you content?
There’s no way of knowing
What are we doing?
Written by: Jennica Michelle Best, Matthew Brady Degorio, Meredith Marie Lampe
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