all dead sailors are back to the shores
and the sea keeps weeping upon my shoes
tell him there is nothing to lose
tell him there is nothing to score anymore

watch your seagulls over my bed
watch your people under my land
it was to you a one-night stand
your sailors can't be raised from the dead as i said

let the flood begin
let the water cover my sin

i will see you soon
when the winter turns into june
i will see you soon 
both of us are out of the tune

nothing to lose
nothing to gain

let the flood begin