Across the ocean
Under the sand that got in your wounds
Across the ocean
Under the land that you now consume
There sleeps a demon
It wakes at night by the light of the moon
And its watching while you sleep
While you sit and dream
Of all the people laughing
Picking up the shells
Too concerned with suntans
Nobody can tell
They end up empty, wanting, wandering
Hollow like their shells
On seashores and sailors can tell they'll never tell to their maidens and babies
Tales that they'll never tell
Across the ocean
Under the water that got in your lungs
There sleeps a demon
It knows exactly what you will become
And it's watching while you sleep
While you sit and dream
Of all the people laughing
Picking up the shells
Too concerned with suntans
Nobody can tell
They end up empty, wanting, wandering
Hollow like their shells
On Seashores and sailors can tell they'll never
Tell to their maidens and babies
Tales that they'll never tell
While you're dreaming at the sea...
They end up empty, wanting, wandering
Hollow like their shells
On Seashores and sailors can tell they'll never
Tell to their maidens and babies
Tales that they'll never tell
They end up empty, wanting, wandering
Hollow like their shells
Under the sand that got in your wounds
Across the ocean
Under the land that you now consume
There sleeps a demon
It wakes at night by the light of the moon
And its watching while you sleep
While you sit and dream
Of all the people laughing
Picking up the shells
Too concerned with suntans
Nobody can tell
They end up empty, wanting, wandering
Hollow like their shells
On seashores and sailors can tell they'll never tell to their maidens and babies
Tales that they'll never tell
Across the ocean
Under the water that got in your lungs
There sleeps a demon
It knows exactly what you will become
And it's watching while you sleep
While you sit and dream
Of all the people laughing
Picking up the shells
Too concerned with suntans
Nobody can tell
They end up empty, wanting, wandering
Hollow like their shells
On Seashores and sailors can tell they'll never
Tell to their maidens and babies
Tales that they'll never tell
While you're dreaming at the sea...
They end up empty, wanting, wandering
Hollow like their shells
On Seashores and sailors can tell they'll never
Tell to their maidens and babies
Tales that they'll never tell
They end up empty, wanting, wandering
Hollow like their shells