Market Place

And this life I lead
 Beyond my means
 Jeans rolled up and blue
 You made that face down by the market place
 I didn't know what to do
 It's you
 It's you
 It's only you
 It's you
 It's you
 It's you
 And pray to God the tides are low
 You found my body on the shore
 With pockets full of sand and stone
 Cause I died from sailing alone
 And this life I lead
 It's wrong
 It's cheap
 I'm constantly wrapped up in blues
 She slapped my face down by the marketplace
 What the hell did I just do?
 I lose
 I lose
 I always lose
 I lose
 I lose
 I lose
 And pray to God the tides are low
 (Cause I died from sailing-)
 You found my body on the shore
 (Cause I died from sailing-)
 With pockets full of sand and stone
 Cause I died from sailing-
 Pray to God the tides are low
 (Cause I died from sailing-)
 You found my body on the shore
 (Cause I died from sailing-)
 With pockets full of sand and stone
 Cause I died from sailing alone.