When the hills let go
Slowly fade into the water like some ancient lover
On a ship filled with ghosts

It's something to behold

When the paper thin girls

With twisting little braids in their hair,
They take off their coats and throw
Pebbles and stones from the side of the boat,

Crying out
The stones they float, the stones they float
Oh my God, the stones they float, the stones they float


Down the burning ropes
Past the places where the steal beams meet concrete skies

You make your bed under the moonlight
I think it's time we said goodbye


Cause nothing moves in the warm air
And words that once would cut like a knife,
They just hang in the cloud and you're

Pushed by the lord,
But you're pulled by the crowds and
You're overboard, you're overboard

Oh my God, she's overboard

My love she's overboard

She's overboard
My love she's overboard


There's not a shell unbroken
In the valley where my heartache and the timbers lay
It's not the time to be hanging around here

You know what some might say

That people get too reckless

That even with the simplest of crimes
They leave, blood behind,
As I clean the knife for the very last time

I think she knows, I think she knows
Oh my God, I think she knows
I think she knows