Down to the sea in a drunken boat  No one can get to her tearing up the words she wrote  Down impassable rivers  What does she care for a crew  Light as a cork she is dancing  On the waves of the deep sunk dead  Moonlit lantern idiot eyes  Delirious rhythms that catch her at dawn  Black perfumes that drag her and drug her  Under the bottomless spiralling sky  Nighttime breathes in ominous fortune  She thinks of the calm before stroming  And hears Ma's silent warning  Down to the sea in a drunken boat  No one can get to her tearing up the words she wrote  On a drunken boat she is sailing  Down to the sea she's singing  Nothing is quite as it seems  And no man on earth can be hid from her dreaming