I'd show you these other ships aside as she run aground and left Two reasons to mother sea She spends her kids spitting blood and all the rest Waving sorrow fists filled with notes to be compared It's not worth the time of day, dear Mapping how we found our way here In Maria's bed where we put to rest The years of never knowing what each other meant In Maria's bed where we put to rest The years of never knowing what each other meant The lightest touch of an end can hurt so much Wounds and ragged old corners scratch away at us Eyes with homes and soul with road lines Changed plans In Maria's bed where we put to rest The years of never knowing what each other meant In Maria's bed where we put to rest The years of never knowing what each other meant In Maria's bed where we put to rest The years of never knowing what each other meant In Maria's bed where we put to rest The years of never knowing what each other meant In London or in anywhere you sleep The same is true just like it always has been Thanks for watching!