WRECKED -
So fire, away, and burn this ship to the bottom of the sea,
Here where I lay, watching the bubbles float,
With every breath that I take,
The panic, the fear, takes me now as I gasp for the air,
Your hand appears; to drag me now,
From all the wears and the tears ...
I hoped you wished for,
Your pretty island,
Your pretty island,
You're pretty, so pretty ...
So drift away, the currents strong no telling where we will be,
From here, I see, all the waves engulf as the flames give way,
If I, I've been spared,
The torture and torment that fall upon my ears,
With you should I stay,
If you'll hold me now till the dark goes away?
I hoped you wished for,
Your pretty island,
Your pretty island,
You're pretty, so pretty ...
And the mark was missed from a precluded kiss,
From the affectionless battlefield rise,
From the ashes of defeat, to collapse to my knees,
Begging to see you again ...
Did you hear me? I was screaming ...
