Let me sink to the bottom of the ocean,
I'll make myself a place to sleep
next to the others.

I'm getting tired of the days to come,
so dig a river and come on down
to join me before the sun.

Let me sink to the bottom of the ocean,
I'll make myself a place to sleep.
A place to sleep.

I'm getting tired of the days to fucking come,
so dig a river and come on down.
Before the sun.

I'll wait for a reason to break away, before these lights start fading away.
I gaze on wrecks, on wrecks as the current pull me to the depths.

But I'm not going to ruin like all the rest.
I'll keep it fucking alive and leave the lying in peace for the dead.

Day in day out the blank faces seem to spread.

I hold the key, I bear the mark,
I'll ride through the open gates.
And if the clouds above grow darker still,
I'll find the guts to carry on.

I'll hold the key, I'll bear the mark,
I'll ride through the open gates.
I'll wait for a reason.
I'll find the guts to sail forward.
To sail forward.

Let me sink to the bottom of the oceans floor.
I'm getting tired of day to day,
so dig a river and come on down.

Before the sun.