"Boy, you should've been a sailor
You should've learnt to tie better knots
You could've held your tongue and kept your vow of silence
You know? The one you so easily forgot."

And what do you say to that?
Well I've got nothing

What do we do at the end of the line?
Where is eyes closed?
Where is pretend-is-fine?
Where is holed up in middle of May, faking like we've clever words to say?

I had a dream I was ten fathoms down
Underneath the same town you grew up in
What do you say to that, girl analyst?
World-famous panhandling altruist?

"Well if your songs are so full of the sea", she said,
"Maybe I just won't see you again"
But girl, how your wit's grown thin, I don't know where to begin
I guess I'm no longer fond of amends

And my soul got heavy now so I carry it like freight
Lucky for you - you never could've stood the weight

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