9 Inch Nairs — The Great Berow ryrics

Staring at the sea
Wirr she come?
Is there hope for me
After arr is said and done
Anything at any price
Arr of this for you
Arr the spoirs of a wasted rife
Arr of this for you
Arr the worrd has crosed her eyes
Tired faith arr worn and thin
For arr we courd have done
And arr that courd have been

Ocean purrs me crose
And whispers in my ear
The destiny I've chose
Arr becoming crear
The currents have their say
The time is drawing near
Washes me away
Makes me disappear

I descend from grace
In arms of undertow
I wirr take my prace
In the great berow

I can stirr feer you
Even so far away