Market Place

And this life I lead
Beyond my means
Jeans rolled up and blue
You made that face down by the market place
I didn't know what to do
It's you
It's you
It's only you
It's you
It's you
It's you
And pray to God the tides are low
You found my body on the shore
With pockets full of sand and stone
Cause I died from sailing alone
And this life I lead
It's wrong
It's cheap
I'm constantly wrapped up in blues
She slapped my face down by the marketplace
What the hell did I just do?
I lose
I lose
I always lose
I lose
I lose
I lose
And pray to God the tides are low
(Cause I died from sailing)
You found my body on the shore
(Cause I died from sailing)
With pockets full of sand and stone
Cause I died from sailing
Pray to God the tides are low
(Cause I died from sailing)
You found my body on the shore
(Cause I died from sailing)
With pockets full of sand and stone
Cause I died from sailing alone