(Words: Costello, music: Michael Thomas) 

Beneath the turquoise pools and emerald jewels 

There lie the broken spines of seven ships 

The skulls of careless fools and coins of gold 

Pour from the banks that proffer puckered lips 

I am the king of all of you 

The timid land 

The unknown sea 

And all that lies between 

So then come away you frail of breath 

You feeling tired of life 

And scared of death 

You stain the air with your half hearted wit 

A few steps more will make an end of it 

-Chorus 

She'll wander on a strand of dying light 

She'll wonder who may answer whispered prayers 

The coral and the pearl that hold you tight 

May grace the throat of those the ocean spares