I know the shipwreck is out there And spacesuit above the sunflower But I have no god to pray to Before the deep dark sleep takes over There might be a hologram At the edge of space indeed to hold Old captains afraid to sail beyond the seas Tangled in the ropes I've only chance to pray to And long for the bodies in my bed I've only chance to pray to And long for the bodies in my bed They have claimed like figurines My possibilities and weary dream The grass, the weeds Always half beaten down and sorrowful Dandelion pride under the feet of those Who walk unaware I've only chance to pray to And long for the bodies in my bed I've only chance to pray to And long for the bodies in my bed