Fishing for a friend, can't remember when it was dark. Or the sun coming up. Far across the ocean alone, while numb bears alone, said I could never get there, never get there.
Breaking, little twigs with my feet, and underneath Is a road that's so steep, far across the ocean alone. While numb bears at home said I would never get there, but I'm already there.
Already there. Already there. Already there. Already there. Already there Already there. Already there Already there.
Already there. Already there. Already there. Already there,
we are all ready-
Of Monsters of Men, Numb Bears