| Once there was an old ocean | |
| Where anyone who saw it | |
| Grew old with the sea | |
| So we were terrified of water | |
| And of all the sons and daughters | |
| No one dared to see | |
| On the banks of the coastline | |
| I tracked a bleeding loved one | |
| His blood was mingling | |
| And the saltiest of waters'cause apparently they faltered | |
| Never again to be seen | |
| So i cry, i tried | |
| I cried, i scry | |
| This old warship has wounds and | |
| It won't sail for nothin' | |
| An old sailor said to me | |
| And i was foolish not to listen | |
| And paid such close conscription | |
| All the lies i believed"but if you lend me some more laborAnd put your name on paperWe just might catch a breeze" | |
| I know now he was not a captain | |
| And because of all my actions | |
| I grow alone with the sea | |
| I have strangely become immune | |
| To the thought of seeing you | |
| And the smell of cheap perfume | |
| With all the liquor i've consumed | |
| There's no more beauty in this world | |
| There's no more beauty in this world | |
| Because i've strangely become immune | |
| To the thought of seeing you | |
| And the smell of cheap perfume | |
| With all the liquor i've consumed | |
| There's no more beauty in this | |
| There's no more beauty in this | |
| There's no more beauty in this world | |
| Because i've strangely become immune | |
| To the thought of seeing you | |
| And the smell of cheap perfume | |
| Is just a ring around the moon | |
| There's no more beauty in this | |
| There's no more beauty in this | |
| There's no more beauty in this world | |
| I try, i cried | |
| I tried, i scry | |
| There's no more beauty in this | |
| There's no more beauty in this | |
| There's no more beauty in this world |