Moor my boat
Tether it to the shore
Strip it back to the boards
And sell the parts
When I go
Sing 'til your lungs are sore
Hymns that bring earth to bear
On heaven and hell
And when all of the storms and the sounds
That kept you from sleep
Grow silent now
But if I could reach
Your fingertips I would
Just to tell you
You misunderstood
Just to tell you
You misunderstood
Sell my home
Dismantle it pull it down
For what do we really own except what we've done?
And all of the storms and the sounds
That kept you from sleep
Grow silent now
But if I could reach
Your fingertips
I would
Just to tell you
You misunderstood
Just to tell you
You misunderstood