This sanctuary - it cannot be your home So take comfort in the shelter 'fore it's gone And what if morning cannot shake this load Or if the sun cannot dispel this feeling that I have got Oh the wind will blow O're the drown'ed boy 'Til that final curtain 'Til that golden sun There will be no rest We will all get where we are going We can go no further And our hands are soiled From collecting pieces Of the glass that broke That one spring day picture Of some distant shore We called home And the last thing the world needs now Is another song about the fucking sea And the last thing that the world needs now Is another song about the fucking sea You know I am heartbroken and there's more of it than there is of me