For Those Lost At Sea - Honig

And I swallowed the sea

And the sea swallows me

The mermaids that will find me dead

In a rocket on the sea bed…

A picture of the stars still in my hand

You take a seed

Where should I begin?

Take control of this submarine

Take good care of your lungs and your liver

'cause it’s not the cold that is making you shiver

My boat is my urn

And I will watch it burn

And I will watch it glow

You and all of your friends will be waiting for it to begin

Well everybody knows this is the end

You take a seed

Where should I begin?

Take control of this submarine

Take good care of your lungs and your liver

It’s not the cold that is making you shiver

It’s the ones, on your knees, and the ones in between

All our men lost at sea and you’ll be singing all of their names with me

La la la la la la la la

La la la la la la la la

La la la la la la la la

La la la la la la la la