Ben Weasel

My ships coming in,
And Im watching it from within.
My brain says move ahead,
Even though the waves are fresh in my head,
In my head, (something)
On my heart and my heads screaming for a break,
A break from the undertow,
Is dragging me away,
My brain is water, my brain is beating fast.
My ships lurching in,
And Ive lost most of your crew,
The stars falling in,
And the waters freezing,
My ships coming in.
Attached, so awkward, (something)
A crash and (something)
Waters towards the (something)
I hold out my hand, hopelessly,
I hold out my hand
[ The Ship Lyrics ]