| So many guillotines and yet, |
| I have never lost my head. |
| Like Cassius Clay back in Zaire, |
| It is my wits that brought me here. |
| I never thought that it would show |
| That there’s a leak in every boat. |
| And this one is sinking, |
| I’m sure it’s sinking now. |
| Somewhere there’s a lighthouse, |
| But the light has gone out. |
| And if it’s sinking, |
| If this boat is sinking now, |
| You’d steal the sea I’m in. |
| You’d steal the sea… |
| You cut and my heart broke in two, |
| But separately each part still grew. |
| Now one is false and one is true; |
| The first of these I ascribe to you. |
| I stole the hearts from the rich girls, |
| And gave them to the poor. |
| I wish I could steal them all back, |
| In case I’d find a shore. |
| 'Cause this boat is sinking, |
| I’m sure it’s sinking now. |
| Off to the lighthouse, |
| I must find it somehow. |
| And if it’s sinking, |
| If this boat is sinking now… |
| You’ll steal the sea I’m in. |
| You’ll steal the sea I’m in. |