The boy in the sea was me once
The boy in the sea was me
Where has that part of me gone
Oh where is that part of me
Was it swallowed up whole
Just a bag full of bones
Spat out on a distant shore
There’s been no burial for
The boy in the sea
No letters of sympathy sent
No mourners on bended knee
Clutching their starched white handkerchiefs
No such touching scenes
Just a bucket of hope
With a fucking big hole
That somebody left on the beach
How long must I carry it for
The boy in the sea
The boy in the sea
The boy in the sea