The mermaids that will find me dead
In a rocket on the sea bed...
A picture of the stars still in my hand.
Take control of this submarine.
Take good care of your lungs and your liver,
′Cause it's not the cold that is making you shiver.
And I will watch it burn,
And I will watch it glow.
You and all of your friends will be waiting for it to begin.
Well everybody knows this is the end.
Take control of this submarine.
Take good care of your lungs and your liver,
It′s not the cold that is making you shiver.
It's the ones, on your knees, and the ones in between.
All our men lost at sea and you'll be singing all of their names with me.