Paroles de Dusk

All of those strangers we see And all of those dreams that we give All of those ships will sink Ships will sink It was meant to be All of your outrageous greed Is all of my old fashioned grief What do all of those initials mean? Who needs all of this? Who? Who needs all of this? People like me… All of those strawberry fields And all of those new years eves All of those ships will sink Ships will sink Ships will sink Ships will sink It was meant to be