Sinner on the mainland. He's a sinner on the sea. He looks for absolution. Not accountability. . How many destinations. Oh God he's seen them all. He collects his precious pittance.
-Verse 1-. Nordstrom was a simple man. WHo hatches a non-conformist plan to save his ass. Every night he danced alone. And blotted out the monotone that was his past.
-Verse-. Hidden in the mountains. Under the earth and stone. A cubic mile of perfection. A treasure no one has known. . One man came upon this motherload.
The rumors and the stories of my past I can't deny. I'm no St. Ignatius but again I'm no bar fly. The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control.