Trouble

There is this burning fire There are these thousand ships There is this endless sea And we're not going home Mad Poseidon keeps us drifting For our crime against his son Crushed by Scylla and Charybdis We are never going home Blinded by our own desires Sirens sing us to our graves Set alight our funeral pyres We are never going home Lotus eaters, Circe, Calypso: All the troubles we have known We have brought upon ourselves And we are never going home There is this burning fire There are these thousand ships There is this endless sea And we're not going home Never going home