We’re Gonna Need a Bigger Boat

[Intro – low bass, clipped guitar pulses] Don’t lean over Don’t look down Something’s turning Under us now [Verse 1 – spoken, restrained] We left the harbour before first light Three warm beers and a blunt old knife The radio said the weather was clear Then every gull disappeared There was a knock beneath the floor Once, then twice, then one time more You said, “It’s driftwood, let it go” But driftwood doesn’t circle slow [Pre-Chorus] The water went still The engine went dead A black little fin Cut straight ahead [Chorus – huge, desperate] We’re gonna need a bigger boat This one’s taking on fear We’re gonna need a bigger boat There’s something hungry here It hits the side We lose the light The shoreline disappears We’re gonna need a bigger boat We’re gonna need it now [Verse 2 – tighter, increasingly anxious] The fishing line went hard and deep Like something woke beneath our feet A yellow barrel broke the waves Then vanished like it knew our names You poured the blood across the stern And said, “Just wait, it will return” The sea came red around the foam And suddenly we weren’t alone [Pre-Chorus] The water went still The engine went dead A mouth in the dark Rose up instead [Chorus] We’re gonna need a bigger boat This one’s taking on fear We’re gonna need a bigger boat There’s something hungry here It hits the side We lose the light The shoreline disappears We’re gonna need a bigger boat We’re gonna need it now [Bridge – stripped down, sonar-like guitar] One light blinking One flare left One hand shaking One last breath Don’t make a sound Don’t touch the rail Don’t watch the water Don’t watch the tail [Instrumental rise – pounding toms, distorted bass] [Final Chorus – shouted backing vocals] We’re gonna need a bigger boat The deck is breaking loose We’re gonna need a bigger boat It’s coming back for us It hits the side We see the white The whole black ocean moves We’re gonna need a bigger boat But there’s no time now We’re gonna need a bigger boat We’re gonna need it now [Outro – spoken over fading bass] Don’t lean over Don’t look down It knows we’re here It’s coming round