The Boat Is Full (Sophie Hunger)

"The boat is full" I hear us warning as we order french champagne "The boat is full" I hear us yearning "let's build a fence against the rain" "The boat is full" I hear us turning on a highway made of gold "The boat is full" we're so concerned and pass a law against the cold There is someone out there breathing On the top of all our lungs Do you really think we're easy Because of what we've done? If this is full, then what is empty, Other than our will to live? It this Is full, then what exactly, Have we possibly achieved? So, is this it? Where we begin they end, they end? So, is this it? Where we begin, They end, they end?