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