Now dissolve me, two tabs on your tongue,

A herd of shepherds to herd the sheep, sleep now my only one.

Broken sweethearts who sleep apart

Both still pine for the other's side spine, spoon as sleep starts.

I am see-through, soap sliver you're so thin,

As I begin rubbing lathers up your state worsens on my skin.

And gold, fatless finger to lip, one two three four hush.

She makes the sound, the sound the sea makes, I am tired now.

She makes the sound the sea makes, knee-deep in the north sea (x8)