God have mercy on your soul,
it's gonna need all the help it can get.
We were born in silence, it's all we'll ever know,
don't blame us we're expected to make ourselves at home.
But I knew a man who traded dust for gold,
and I got it turned around when I tried to follow his example.
And now I don't know where I fit in,
I feel like a footnote in somebody else's plan.
The grey sea and the long black land,
the yellow half moon large and low,
startled little waves that leap
in firey ringlets from their sleep.
As I gain the cove with a pushing prow,
and I quench the sea in the setting sun,
we will meet at night and it will be a treat,
and you can finally reveal your plan to
love me forever!
Because I'm in too deep,
and when I recover
sing me to sleep.