Spooky Action At A Distance

I can't picture myself in the places I want to be I keep worrying about faces I'll never see I can't control myself I can't expose myself Have I just wasted a timeline? A vice like grip on the main sheet Is not enough against the breeze That guides us right down the slip stream I'm an old hull that's been battered by the shore I can't afford to be fragile anymore For you I'll try to be delicate But there's some parts we can't replicate Have I just wasted a timeline? A vice like grip on the main sheet Is not enough against the breeze That guides us right down the slip stream You make me forget about myself