Intro: Well maybe I will Maybe I won`t When I`m done with the thrill When I finally come home But that`s a long way home that is When I finally come away from all the sinking ships I´m tired of trying It could take a long time To forget that color of the water Only the deepest blues Can get me back to the crux of the matter She`s a replica An imitation of My conscience and she knows I`m stepping inside of bliss She`s a replica Another image of No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this Well maybe I will Maybe I won`t If I`m losing my step Will you carry me home But that`s a long way home that is Can I finally walk away from all the sinking ships Oh baby I`m trying It could take a long time To forget that colour of the water Only the deepest blues Can get me back to the crux of the matter She`s a replica An imitation of My conscience and she knows I´m stepping inside of bliss She`s a replica Another image of No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this But its got blood Not your blood It`s that blood on your hands Well your friends Are your friends Or your biggest fans So pin that letter Pin that letter Pin that letter to your chest I confess I confess I confess Bring it back and cut it loose Put it on like all the rest You tell them lies I`ll tell them truths I confess I confess She`s a replica An imitation of My conscience and she knows I`m stepping inside of bliss She`s a replica Another image of No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this