My tall lighthouse, somehow beyond my bite
Impressed me the way you stand and shine
Occupying my mind through day and night
Always hate you for being such a lifeline
Shall I compare you to a ship wreckage
A little bit more solid, dry and rocky
Wish those seaweeds could hold you in bondage
Oh gosh, this expression might sound kinky
Your very existence makes my mood grey
I hate you guiding doomed ships through a storm
Thinking of your saving beams ruins my day
My hatred for you keeps my cold blood warm
Remember these teeth, mark them on your chart
A shark is cruising with a broken heart