O my drunken southern star,
How you tried to hide in darkness,
Slipped from orbit,
Now you're dangerously close.
Come out, come out
From all your hiding out,
We'll dig in our heels,
Salute the battlefields
Where our broken hearts were born.
And the storm clouds are thirsty,
I can see them bursting, watch them gathering light,
And the walls in the bedroom now are pounding out.
Were we broken open, baby, maybe just a crack?
Swore I heard you whisper that you preferred us like that.
My broken open child,
Were we thirsty thorned with wild eyes?
Still, we are slaves to the sirens of the salty sea.