i hold hands with the fire in the oceannwhose bones are cold, never frozennthe day is ending, i'm feeling edgynthe dark is running, soon will be comingnnoh the ocean smells like my mothernwho should love me oh like the ocean doesnwe are so much like eachothernwe don't see the need for each othernni hold on to the fire in the oceannwhose bones are cold, not frozenndon't get me wrong i'd gladly be the onento pick my teeth with the very last whale bonenntake my garbage throw it in the oceannsuck a man off throw up in the oceannno the moon is no fire in the seanno object like that could speak to mennwho will love me oh like the ocean doesnwho will love me oh like the ocean doesnwe are so much like eachothernwe don't see the need for each other