[Verse 1]
On either side the pond lie
Pigmented oils in tubes' supply
And a cold laden sky
In wait to be wrung dry
"The sky's higher here," they said
"So, go for the wider-brimmed Hat"
Brief winks led to a dream's end
I came and left with musical friends
[Hook]
All precious things found its way on board
A sinking ship
(Dear Sun)