drag me back out to hell. |
The sound of those bells |
as you stand there still froze. |
And head for the ships |
as red as a rose. |
I’ll kiss your sweet lips |
so I don’t know what else to say. |
I may not be coming back |
and shall be gone by mid-day. |
My bags are all packed |
and leave you all behind. |
For I must go out to sea |
but I pay it no mind. |
Your love has swept over me |
Hell |