I know sometimes I think too muchnGirl on the rocks and all that stuffnI'm glad I left that other life behindnnGirl on the rocks she used to saynIt will all be ending anywaynSo what's the point of loving todaynIf it all comes down tomorrow?nnWell I sailed out to a crowded isle nWith things for her to pass the timenWincing in the icy winter windnnI scaled the rocks with a bell on a string dangling between my teethnFor her to ring and call the dolphins innnAnd soon I was so lost in the cabins of her heartnMy compass cracked, was useless, and my matches only sparked in the darknAnd fizzled out like tiny dying starsnnSteadily she swore from a rocky shorenTaking the best parts of me and always wantingnAlways wanting morenAlways wanting, always wanting moren