My mother cries, almost every night

And well, her father lies, in a bed of lies, almost every night

They lie awake at night and pray for different things

But praying's all the do now

All they do now

No, no

Mother tries to fix the holes inside a ship that keeps on sinking down

A father prides himself on making hole inside a ship that's sinking down, now

They sail away inside the ship and pray that it will reach the shore somehow now

Somehow now

No, no

No, no

Down, oh down

Down, oh down, oh

I can't bear to watch you ache

I will pray you'll drift away

Down, oh down, oh

I can't bear to watch you ache

I will pray you'll drift away

Down, oh down, oh

I can't bear to watch you achе

I will pray you'll drift away