I hope in time what's left of me will be sound of mind fit for sea

Grave danger of keeling running around in your eyes

I could teach you to think, but you wouldn't sleep a wink if I did

I don't anyway with whispers in our in our wake

Could I ever mould you

With red and black and blue hands?

I hope in time what's left of me is in a playground somewhere just running around

We'll be running and laughing

And running and laughing

And run, never running aground

Could I ever mould you

With red and black and blue hands?

Time flows like a stream

Run your fingers up the seam

This hollowed ground will be home to us all

Out in the cold