This is pretty everywhere. Crit for crit.

I described the perfect view to the blind man,
hoping for envy.
He just looked me in the eyes, and said "Son,
you can't hear the sea."

I tried my luck playing the card of medicine,
and it's a full house, so everybody come in.
Home holding hostages in their minds,
If the door wasn't a wharf then we might be fine.

I got my foot in the door with a straight lipped smile,
Hiding the yellow inside, pretending's just too easy these days,
I spent my night in bed with the bible.
Praying for Jesus to descend and say he doesn't exist.

Then I'd be saved.
Then I'd be saved.