The Boy In The Sea

 

The boy in the sea was me once

The boy in the sea was me

Where has that part of me gone

Oh where is that part of me

 

Was it swallowed up whole

Just a bag full of bones

Spat out on a distant shore

There’s been no burial for

The boy in the sea

 

No letters of sympathy sent

No mourners on bended knee

Clutching their starched white handkerchiefs

No such touching scenes

 

Just a bucket of hope

With a fucking big hole

That somebody left on the beach

How long must I carry it for

The boy in the sea

 

The boy in the sea

The boy in the sea