We sent out the Sos call
It was a quarter past four in the morning
When the storm broke our second anchor line

Four months at sea
Four months of calm seas to be pounded
In the shallows off the tip of Montauk point

They call them rogues
They travel fast and alone
One hundred foot faces of god's good ocean gone wrong
What they call love is a risk,
‘Cause you will always get hit out of nowhere
By some wave and end up on your own

The hole in the hull defied the crew's attempts
To bail us out
And flooded the engines and radio
And half buried bow

Your tongue is a rudder
It steers the whole ship
Sends your words past your lips
Or keeps them safe behind your teeth

But the wrong words will strand you
Come off course while you sleep
Sweep your boat out to see
Or dashed to bits on the reef

The vessel groans
The ocean pressures its frame
To the port I see the lighthouse through the sleet and the rain
And I wish for one more day
To give my love and repay debts
But the morning finds our bodies washed up thirty miles west

They say that the captain stays fast with the ship
Through still and storm
But this ain't the Dakota, and the water is cold
We won't have to fight for long

(This is the end.)
This story's old but it goes on and on until we disappear,
(This is the calm.)
Calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath,
(We are the risen.)
I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea,
(After the storm.)
I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean,
(Rest in the sea.)
I know that this is what you want, a funeral keeps both of us apart.
(Washed up on the beach.)
You know that you are not alone, I need you like water in my lungs.
[x2]

This is the end.


...You never do see any other way...