We sent out the SOS call
It was a quater past four
In the morning
When the storm broke our second anchor line
Four months at sea
Four months of calm seas
Only to be pounded in the shallows
Off of the tip of Montauk Point

They call them rogues
They travel fast and alone,
One hundred foot faces
Of God's good ocean gone wrong
What they call love is a risk,
Cause you will always get hit
Out of nowhere
By some wave and end up on your own

The hole in the hull defied the crews attempts
To bail us out
And flooded the engines and radio
And half buried bow

Your tongue is a rudder
It steers the whole ship
Sends your words past your lips
Or keeps them safe behind your teeth
But the wrong words will strand you
Come off course while you sleep
Sweep your boat out to sea
Or dashed it to bits on the reef

The vessel groans
The ocean pressures its frame
Off the port I see the lighthouse
Through the sleet and the rain
And I wish for one more day
To give my love and repay debts
But the morning finds our bodies
Washed up thirty miles west

They say that the captain
Stays fast with the ship
Through still and storm
But this ain't the Dakota
And the water is cold
We won't have to fight for long

This is the end
This story's old
But it goes on and on
Until we disappear
Calm me and let me taste
The salt that you breathed
While you were underneath
I am the one who haunts your dreams
Of mountains sunk below the sea
I spoke the words but never
Gave a thought to what they all could mean
I know that this is what you want
A funeral keeps both of us apart
You know that you are not alone
Need you like water in my lungs
This is the end *Repeat*