Titanic
No Knife
I turn to see it The undressing of the moon I hear the sounds of a dying man And I ignore it If I could open my eyes Lean back and swallow up the tide I Might be here Tomorrow.
I turn to see it The undressing of the moon I hear the sounds of a dying man And I ignore it If I could open my eyes Lean back and swallow up the tide I Might be here Tomorrow.