Harbour

Moby · 18 [2002]

The street bears no relief

When everybody's fighting

The street bears no release

With lights so hot and biting



I run the stairs away

And walk into the nighttime

The sadness flows like water

And washes down the heartache



And washes down the heartache



My heart is full

My heart is mild

The saddest songs are played

On the strings of my heart



The heat is on its own

The roof seems so inviting

A vantage point is gained

To watch the children fighting



So lead me to the harbour

And float me on the waves

Sink me in the ocean

To sleep in a sailor's grave



To sleep in a sailor's grave



My heart is full

My heart is mild

The saddest songs are played

On the strings of my heart



My heart is full

My heart is mild, so mild

The saddest songs are played

On the strings of my heart