All the furniture is gone we lost it in the flood

There's nothing left at all

And as my head begins to spill its air

It's very clear that I will not get too far


Although we're getting cold

We put the fire out baby when we get home

Although it's getting cold

We put the fire out baby when we get home

Despite belief in factories that sell the curse of Marjorie 

I will not let you go


All the water in my ears, it comes as no surprise

There's nothing left at all

As my body loses hold my head is letting go

And I will not get too far


Chorus


All my friends in the sea

Are jumpin' in after me

Everyone's going to make this hurt

Everyone's going to make this worse

Everyone's going to make this hurt

Everyone knows they're only making it worse