For Those Lost At Sea

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