They departed in the evening
The mist quite heavy over all
She did not see me waving
Her captain did not see at all
They went out in the darkest hour
Without a clue what hit them from behind
How is you fun pal?
Is he ok?
When is your ship leaving?
It's getting late...
Do you wanna take all you rockets with you back home
You should leave some room in your pocket for the sea foam
They went out in the darkest hour
Without a clue what hit them from behind
She did not hear the screaming
Go down with rockets on her mind
How is you fun pal?
Is he ok?
When is your ship leaving?
It's getting late...
Do you wanna take all you rockets with you back home
You should leave some room in your pocket for the sea foam
Writer(s): Bodi Bill, Feist
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