You might never resist   You might always exist in a state of perpetual bliss   On holiday   Bizarre convention   Too many thoughts to mention   Forgot them all      You will never repent   You will always resent that you should have repented before   Oh, what a bore   Who needs attention?   Anyone we could mention?   Crowd on the shore      I've got cracks   I've got leaks   As mother looks out to me   She's gazing far out to sea   She wonders - when will I sink?      I've got cracks   I've got leaks   But you don't see me faltering   I can laugh   As I bleed   'Cause I fathom our destiny      Take it back   Join the weeds   They're growing below our feet   They'll top us eventually   Can't fault their tenacity