All the furniture is gone we lost it in the flood There's nothing left at all And as my head begins to spill its air It's very clear that I will not get too far Although we're getting cold We put the fire out baby when we get home Although it's getting cold We put the fire out baby when we get home Despite belief in factories that sell the curse of Marjorie I will not let you go All the water in my ears, it comes as no surprise There's nothing left at all As my body loses hold my head is letting go And I will not get too far Chorus All my friends in the sea Are jumpin' in after me Everyone's going to make this hurt Everyone's going to make this worse Everyone's going to make this hurt Everyone knows they're only making it worse