I spend my mornings, tied to the moorings
Some call it boring, but I think it's nice
Despite my devotion, stuck in the middle of the ocean
Aimlessly floating for most of my life
(Ooh, ooh)
Staying still like this
(Ooh, ooh)
Back then would make me feel seasick
(Ooh, ooh)
Staying here like this
(Ooh, ooh)
Back then would make me feel seasick
You saw me in magazines, chasing someone else's dreams
Big yellow submarine, now I'm chasing mine
I peaked out my periscope, and I spied a little boat
You threw me down some ropes, said "I'll be alright"
(Ooh, ooh)
Staying still like this
(Ooh, ooh)
Back then would make me feel seasick
(Ooh, ooh)
Staying here like this
(Ooh, ooh)
Back then would make me feel seasick
My missile and mission, was to learn to listen
Spend more time fishing than just live my life
There's nowhere I'd rather drink tea in the harbour
Watch the horizon and cast out my line
(Ooh, ooh)
Staying still like this
(Ooh, ooh)
Back then would make me feel seasick
(Ooh, ooh)
Staying here like this
(Ooh, ooh)
Back then would make me feel seasick
I spend my mornings, tied to the moorings
Some call it boring, but I think it's nice
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