elizabeth - Moremoney

all dead sailors are back to the shore

and the sea keeps weeping upon my shoes

tell him there is nothing to lose

tell him there is nothing to score anymore

watch your seagulls over my bed

watch your people under my land

it was to you a one-night stand

your sailors can't be raised from the dead as i said

let the flood begin

let the water cover my sin

i will see you soon

when the winter turns into june

i will see you soon

both of us are out of the tune

nothing to lose

nothing to gain

let the flood begin