Like a sunken ship that floats ashore,
The one thing I’ve been looking for.
Though I don’t want it anymore,
Still I long to climb aboard,
And set my anchor to the ocean floor.
This wooden ship that I adore,
Is nothing more than an ugly sore.
I remember how it looked before,
This worn out ship shook me to my core.
It was the one thing I’d been looking for,
But I don’t want it anymore.