I know it's too late to moor the boat so I'll let if float downstream
We kept moving like nothing would satisfy,
Though we creaked and crumbled you can't say I didn't try
All down the line, the cabling is laden with goodbyes
All of the time, the anchorline is laden with goodbyes
The streaks on the water toss and turn
between the stars and the land my trembling hand holds the rope
I do not understand, the morning will eventually find me I hope
Embedded in my mind some prince or president
Whilst a murmuring drunk awaits carrion's descent,
This vile ocean will not relent,
The only good to come will have to be heaven-sent
It's too late to get her back
I know she won't come back
Tonight the sailor men have found me,
the cuckolded husband of Lilly Langtry
They told me not to fight or worry
Pulled me away from the gantry
I could hear the mocking of the ebbing saltwater sea
Just put me in the brig, throw away the key
Circling over the shipwreck and sewage
The pounding notion that I just blew it
Its too late to get her back
I know she won't come back
She has admiration and currency,
Princes, Presidents at her feet
All her pretty dresses and jewellery
All those ends that I could never make meet
All I have is what's in my head now,
the bittersweet taste of alcohol
All I have is what's in my hands now
is nothing
Nothing
Take your hands from the precipice they said,
With a stomach like yours you will end up dead,
The sooner the better I replied
now the harbour lights are attracting swarms of flies
The iron girders and the creaking planks
Was never my idea of picturesque romance
I've had my chance, and I know she won't come back,
Barnacles just don't suit and aristocrat
LILLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!
But I know she won't come back,
even if she ends up in the gutter it'll be a better place for her than here,
even if she ends up on her back, well
It'd be a better place for her
-Chreeeees, Thom