The Sweetheart Stone

Every tale you tell, every sinking wishing well
I can see your face in the deep blue sea
Every holding hand, every piece of major land
I can feel your grip, on the deep blue sea

And your ship, love, is moored
Head and starn for a fuldiew
And the dead weight of your loss drags me down
I will stay with you, my love, I just need feel you near
And you beckon me each time I close my eyes

Time is weak and late, bows are breaking under weight
And I know that you must sail the deep blue sea
With warm flint in my hand, and the cold stone 'gainst my cheek
I can feel you draw me towards the deep blue sea

My heart it fell with yours on that day
My spirit lowered and rowed away
My soul immersed in a watery grave
You said goodbye without a wave