Sinking Ships The Blasting Company

This sinking ship
All rusted brown
It leans for land
Desperate not to drown
Oh, our machines
Will come and go
They'll bow with age
Even as they grow

And oh, my son
When you get old
I hope your heart is light enough for you to float
And oh, my son
When you get old
I hope your heart is light enough for you to float

Uncork the wine
We’ll draw it in
You cut the line
We'll spread them thin
Oh how our dreams
Will come and go
Most much too fast
Some far too slow

And oh, my son
When you get old
I hope your heart is light enough for you to float
And oh, my son
When you get old
I hope your heart is light enough for you to float