From the Stem

Old wine, trainers, cheap wine, wine Board games and bored southern kids We could live here right on the shore Right under the table The man at the door, he is speaking in tongues All money and war, but the hardest rain falls on the ocean Hardest rain falls on the ocean Weakened and claw her head Well I don't mind just walking around If we're lost then we're found If the Sun killed the moon They spoke half a crown We're all we need now, now [instrumental break] From the stem to the stern I pace the deck Trying to remember, trying to forget How the world spins, oh the world spins Maybe it don't The sun it is falling into the sea Creating a hole that will eventually Drain the ocean and we can walk all the way home From crab pince to fox tooth we were born all alone Born all alone Born all alone