I'm a wooden sailor
Amid your golden halo
Flowers litter your crown
However to compare?
Are you up there, or am I down here?
The sun the sea
More than me
The sun the sea
More than me
Now my body aches
From always looking up
And it hurts when you say
"It takes more than you're made of"
Are you up there, or am I down here?
The sun the sea
More than me
The sun the sea
More than me