Let's put it to bed, let's put it down,
I can't talk about it, not right now.
On my dying day I might be able to say,
On a still sea full of manly rage,
On my dying day I might be able to say,
I might be able to say.
You know I finally see things all your way,
All your way.

I was raised with the strong of heart,
But if you touch me wrong I fall apart.
I found a woman who's soft, but she's also hard,
While I slept she nailed down my heart.
 [bad word] good, but I'm hard to start
And the brakes are bad, so I'm hard to stop.
I found a woman who's soft, but she's also hard,
While I slept she nailed down my heart.

Let's put it to bed, let's put it down,
I can't talk about it, not right now.
On my dying day I might be able to say,
On a still sea full of manly rage.
On my dying day I might be able to say
Where every word explodes in my face,
I might be able to say.
You know I finally see things all your way,
I finally see things all your way.