Old ship, give me your hands
Im the cape that came to crush and snag you on my sands
Below the ocean, and from my point of view,
You were always drinking, and drunk well before noon,
And dreaming on my pillow of high tide
But Id allow you
Old friend, give me back my hands
Im the crutch thats missing, and youre the crippled little lam
Those claws will get you