once there was an old ocean where anyone who saw it grew old with the sea and 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 whose blood was mingling in the saltiest of waters cause apparently they faltered never again to be seen so i try i cry i try and eyes cry 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 and all the lies i believed but if you lend me some more labor and you put your name on paper we just might catch a breeze i know now he was not a captain now because of all my actions i grow alone with the sea and 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 with the smell of cheap perfume it s 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