| drag me back out to hell. |
| The sound of those bells |
| as you stand there still froze. |
| And head for the ships |
| as red as a rose. |
| I’ll kiss your sweet lips |
| so I don’t know what else to say. |
| I may not be coming back |
| and shall be gone by mid-day. |
| My bags are all packed |
| and leave you all behind. |
| For I must go out to sea |
| but I pay it no mind. |
| Your love has swept over me |
| Hell |