Why should I sing that old sailor's song?
If the days when I sang it have long been gone
On the days that I got home for you
And what about that other sound?
The one that came from deep underground
So hard to kill that you still felt the subs
I threw it all away
Even the portraits on your corridor
Yes, I gave it all away
Even the statues on your mantelpiece
Now you're gone I confront myself
The days are long, the night stifles me
I was never looking for the hard way to do things
I was just a preacher knocking on a stranger's door
I was just a jellyfish melting in the sun
I was just a sailor waiting for a change of tide
I threw it all away
Even the portraits on your corridor
Yeah, I gave it all away
Even the statues on your mantelpiece