Testo The Sinking Ship

The ship is sinking fast - afraid it's with a broken mast
the children watch in awe off the beach of Saginaw.

the sunlight off the lake - cast the smiles we have to fake.
there's an endless move into which our teardrops flow

They say this is what happens.
They say this is what happens.
Once a new machine, the engine clogged with poison steam.
The frightened children, oh, we had to give up long ago.

We tried to draw the sea for our memories, dearly serene.
Cause the ship won't rise again: it was made and sank in Michigan.

They say this is what happens.
They say this is what happens.
They say this is what happens.
They say this is what happens.