Titanic Medley: "Never an Absolution" / "Take Her to Sea, Mr. Murdoch" / "Hymn to the Sea" (Instrumental)

歌詞

Silent the sermon sits still, soaks up a story, A tale about love and truth in excess. And when the faces drop expressionless and empty eyes, It's an early Monday morning in a Sunday dress. You're never going to get to heal this, You're stuck between the white and black. You've been drinking like a detective, It's never going to bring her back. Release the fellow from his feeling, But a lie to where he went to be: Forget a life with no conviction, Gonna take her to the sea. Hold on, just hold on, Come Sunday morning I'll be dead and gone. How do you sleep? I bet restlessly, A swollen river's gonna take her to the sea. A decade of paths, leading to corners, Constructed and woven from footprints, hairclips and teeth. Now, under the wing it's dawn on the mountains of North Spain, Set on a distant horizon, South by South East. A decade of a life for a stranger, Saves a last shot for sun-baked streets, Death walks with a stick to a parish The echoes of shuffling feet. The bullet engraved and time tarnished, Rests now in a vestry of shade. A glass half empty, a steak untouched, As the storm breaks above the parade. Hold on, just hold on, Come Sunday morning I'll be dead and gone. How do you sleep? I bet restlessly, A swollen river's gonna take her to the sea. Hold on, just hold on, Come Sunday morning I'll be dead and gone. How do you sleep? I bet restlessly, And a swollen river's gonna take her to the sea.