The Black Sea

On a ship to nowhere

On a dark and tranquil sea

I¡¯m sinking with a cargo

Of the things that cannot be

On the far horizon

the final sunsets fall

And Tuesday becomes Wednesday

Becomes any day at all

Everything we do

Nothing remains true

I am frightened I¡¯m a liar

And I¡¯m tortured by desire

Every single day

In all the simple ways

I am torn apart inside

by the things I¡¯ve tried to hide

down the dusty roads we go

And down the leafy lanes

And down the long and winding road

The landscape stays the same

Everything we do

Nothing remains true

I am frightened I¡¯m a liar

And I¡¯m tortured by desire

Every single day

In all the simple ways

I am torn apart inside

by the things I¡¯ve tried to hide

Everything we do

Nothing remains true

I am frightened I¡¯m a liar

And I¡¯m tortured by desire

Every single day

In all the simple ways

I am torn apart inside

by the things I¡¯ve tried to hide