It's not About You, Baby

When a ship has sailed, you really 

know it

don't ya

when an hour comes judgement

and violence 

sea storms over

Mare Nostrum 

that's our love

tears and wind

belong exclusively 

to us

the dream of Icarus

the promiscuity of Zeus

always with someone new

no fault of my own, my love only

grows and you have been filled

too full so send the deck hands

to throw buckets of water over board

prevent the capsize I am too much love

I shouldn't be holding a whore close

but if she allows it anything goes

if a gentle kiss on the neck

and a caress of her head 

isn't repulsed than 

neither will the 

wind that 

blows

relent

I will not go quiet or ease up

a calm sea is not love and this 

this

this is not about what you want