Ocean spread for me
Open to misery
Full moon like a streak on your skin
No deeper lonesome than the ocean my friend
Soft like a wave and quiet like a knife
But it is a wasted life
O son love of mine
Don't follow so close behind
Full moon on your five year old skin
I hope you're never as lonesome as I've been
But I had no choice when the sea called my name
I had no way of knowing this day
If the head of the house is drumming
Don't blame the children for dancing
Fierce like a swan and quiet like a knife
And it is a wasted life