No Knife
Titanic
I turn to see it
The undressing of the moon
I hear the sounds of a dying man
And I ignore it
If I could open my eyes
Lean back and swallow up the tide
I
Might be here
Tomorrow.
I turn to see it
The undressing of the moon
I hear the sounds of a dying man
And I ignore it
If I could open my eyes
Lean back and swallow up the tide
I
Might be here
Tomorrow.