(Words: Costello music: Michael Thomas). Beneath the turquoise pools and emerald jewels. There lie the broken spines of seven ships. The skulls of careless fools and coins of gold. Pour from the banks that proffer puckered lips. I am the king of all of you. The timid land. The unknown sea. And all that lies between. So then come away you frail of breath. You feeling tired of life. And scared of death. You stain the air with your half hearted wit. A few steps more will make an end of it. -Chorus. She'll wander on a strand of dying light. She'll wonder who may answer whispered prayers. The coral and the pearl that hold you tight. May grace the throat of those the ocean spares.