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We sent out the SOS call
It was a quarter past four in the mornign when the storm broke our anchor line
Four months at sea
Four months of calm seas only to be pounded in the shallows off the tip of Montauk Point
They call them rogues
They travel fast and alone
100-foot faces of God's good ocean gone wrong
What they call love is a risk, cause you will always get hit out of nowhere by some wave
And end up on your own
The hole in the hull defied the crew's attempts to bail us out
And flooded the engines and radio and half-buried bow
Your tongue is a rudder
It steers the whole ship
Sends your words past your lips or keeps them safe behind your teeth
But the wrong words will strand you
Come off course while you sleep
Sweep your boat out to sea or dashed to bits on the reef
The vessel groans, the ocean pressures its frame
Off the port I see the lighthouse through the sleep and the rain
And I wish for one more day to give my love and repay debts
But the morning finds our bodies washed up 30 miles west
They say that the captain stays fast with the ship through still and storm
But this ain't the Dakota, and the water is cold
We won't have to fight for long
This is the end
This story's old but it goes on and on until we disappear
Calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath
I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains suck below wthe sea
I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they could all mean
I know that this is what you want
A funeral keeps both of us apart
You know that you are not alone
Need you like water in my lungs
This is the end
It was a quarter past four in the mornign when the storm broke our anchor line
Four months at sea
Four months of calm seas only to be pounded in the shallows off the tip of Montauk Point
They call them rogues
They travel fast and alone
100-foot faces of God's good ocean gone wrong
What they call love is a risk, cause you will always get hit out of nowhere by some wave
And end up on your own
The hole in the hull defied the crew's attempts to bail us out
And flooded the engines and radio and half-buried bow
Your tongue is a rudder
It steers the whole ship
Sends your words past your lips or keeps them safe behind your teeth
But the wrong words will strand you
Come off course while you sleep
Sweep your boat out to sea or dashed to bits on the reef
The vessel groans, the ocean pressures its frame
Off the port I see the lighthouse through the sleep and the rain
And I wish for one more day to give my love and repay debts
But the morning finds our bodies washed up 30 miles west
They say that the captain stays fast with the ship through still and storm
But this ain't the Dakota, and the water is cold
We won't have to fight for long
This is the end
This story's old but it goes on and on until we disappear
Calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath
I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains suck below wthe sea
I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they could all mean
I know that this is what you want
A funeral keeps both of us apart
You know that you are not alone
Need you like water in my lungs
This is the end