When the Ark was building Noah, and I was sitting nowhere
My glass was filled to the brim, I don't know where it begins
I let the people in
I was one blanket short of warmth, I hadn't seen you in six months
The letters collecting in the letterbox, exhausted from the talk
Something broke within
We burned the incense on the ground, the monks and nuns circled around
It was winter, you could see right through the trees, the time spent on my knees
Blown to the wind
Back home your daddy never spoke about the fighting and the smoke
On the islands in the South Pacific sea, the weight of the memory and
Holding it in
By the time the bells had rung and all the old songs were sung
My muddy shoes were left out in the rain, and I couldn't bear the pain
Not knowing to forgive
And the pipeline was busted and the family life lay rusted
From all the nights it was stranded in the cold, you were always growing old
Trying to live
When the Ark was building Noah, and I was sitting nowhere
My glass was filled to the brim, I don't know where it begins
I let the people in
I didn't know where to begin
I let the people in
