I know, I don't know you
But don't think I don't know you
I saw you going under
Saved one for me

'Cause I'm all at sea and I don't know if I'm coming or going
There's no thorn, no stalk
There's no poison talk that belongs to me

And I only wanna
Well, I just wanna
Oh, I don't want anything, it means to the world to me

Well, I'm all at sea and I don't know if I'm coming or going
There's no hope, there's no fear
No rent arrears, leave it all to me

If you take it all away
You've got a pile of everything you never even wanted
That's just too bad
You never wanted it so bad

Oh, tell me, where can I go?
To hear the songs I need
I used to go to your room
Open up and bleed
So tell me, where can I go?
To hear the songs I need
You find me in your room
Open up and bleed

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh

She sells seashells on the seashore
And he sells e-shells on the dance floor, and
And your mum sells rocks from a telephone box

Don't know if I'm coming or going

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Carl Barat, Peter Doherty