Well I went down to stare at the sea
And I asked the howling wind to carry all the breath from me
I fell like a fish face down in the sound
And suddenly I found that I could breathe

But the tide was as cold as a grave
And I'm in bitter mourning for our better days
I long for to hear your words soft and clear
As the slow rise and falling of the waves


So honey, won't you speak warm if you can
And give me an anchor upon which I can stand
And I'll rise from the deep to walk upon the land
If you would only lend me your hand

And darling if you refuse
If you think that this is just some colorful ruse
I'll strip to my skin and away I will swim
And leave you with nothing of use

But for a thin length of twine
I'll twist around your wrist to remember me by
And if you cast it out, throw your heart on the line
And if you're lucky honey, I will take a bite