All the furniture is gone we lost it in the flood
There's nothing left at all
And as my head begins to spill its air

It's very clear that I will not get too far

Although we're getting cold

We put the fire out baby when we get home
Although it's getting cold
We put the fire out baby when we get home

Despite belief in factories that sell the curse of Marjorie
I will not let you go


All the water in my ears, it comes as no surprise
There's nothing left at all
As my body loses hold my head is letting go

And I will not get too far

Chorus


All my friends in the sea
Are jumpin' in after me

Everyone's going to make this hurt
Everyone's going to make this worse
Everyone's going to make this hurt

Everyone knows they're only making it worse