All of those strangers we see
And all of those dreams that we give
All of those ships will sink
Ships will sink
It was meant to be

All of your outrageous greed
Is all of my old fashioned grief
What do all of those initials mean?
Who needs all of this?
Who?
Who needs all of this?

People like me…

All of those strawberry fields
And all of those new years eves
All of those ships will sink
Ships will sink
Ships will sink
Ships will sink

It was meant to be