Through it all this old Wooden Ship
Found its bearings on you
Now your days they're numbered by waves
And all you see is blue
Run my fingers through ringlets of gold
Those ringlets run me through
Spend some nights alone and aware
This blood it boils for you
A man with no mast
A prince of the past
Hellbent to sink and drown
So Put up the sails
I'm giving them hell
I want to burn them down
With you
Through it all this old Wooden bitch
Sank her anchor in you
Your cries and your waves get lost in the waves
The only way out is through
Run my fingers from wet to dry land
I'll be yer boy overboard
Dock the ship and extend where you stand
O bar the door!
A man with no mast
A prince of the past
Hellbent to sink and drown
So Put up the sails
I'm giving them hell
I want to burn them down
Douse em in gas
Ignite the past
I'm gonna watch it burn
With you
