I want to hit right on my heart, And to smash my wearied head I don't want my dreams harass me, Don't want seconds lacerate. My fish heart, My fish heart is out of breath. My fish heart My fish heart is moribund. I want to stab right in heart-beats, And explode my messed up head. Sharp teeth seconds with an arrow Slowly pecking in my marrow My fish heart, My fish heart is out of breath. My fish heart My fish heart is moribund. Watchmaker, I've brought to you my seconds, They are refusing to march. They are refusing to run. My darling, I'm handing to you my heart It urgently needs to be saved, It urgently needs to be loved.