A.A. Bondy - Of the sea

^FGive me your ^Ghand and ^CI'll take you down ^FOh, can't you ^Gsee that I'm ^Cdyin' to drown And ^Fdon't hold your ^Gbreath, my ^Cdear Oh, ^Fdon't hold your ^Gbreath, my ^Cdear And our ^Flove, it is ^Gtrue so there's ^Cnot much to do As the ^Fair in our ^Glungs starts to ^Chiss And the ^Focean, it ^Grolls and the ^Cdepths take their ^Amtoll When we ^Fget to the ^Gbottom we'll ^Ckiss

And the ^Fcrush of the ^Gdeep our ^Csecrets'll keep And the ^Fmermaids, they ^Gdrift in the ^Cdark With the ^Fsalt all abl^Gaze and the ships where they ^Clay There must ^Fbe great ^Gfear in a ^Cspark So ^Fhere we will ^Gstay all the de^Cmons at bay From our ^Farms and our ^Geyes it ^Cseems A^Fway from the ^Gdirt ^Cbeneath the ^Amskirt Of the ^Fsea we won't ^Gwake from our ^Cdreams