Hang on,
'til your dying day.
Swinging in the breeze.
Whistle while you freeze
And pray for
Something you believe.
Sing it out to sea.
Sing it out to me

While in the warmth of a tomb
I was thinking to presume
You had the gall.
Something kept me waiting
For your call
To get through.
I was sinking in my room.

Hang on,
Waiting for the way.
Take it while you can.
Satisfy demands
And pray for
Liar's blood to be.
Carried out to sea.
Buried out to sea

While in the warmth of a tomb
I was thinking to presume
You had the gall.
Something left me waiting
For the fall to assume
There was nothing left in bloom.