Once there was an old ocean
Where anyone who saw it
Grew old with the sea
And we were terrified of water
And of all the sons and daughters
No one dared to see
On the banks of the coastline
I tracked a bleeding loved one
Whose blood was mingling
In the saltiest of waters
Cause apparently they faltered
Never again to be seen
So I try, I cry
I try, and eyes scry
This old warship has wounds and
It won't sail for nothin'
An old sailor said to me
And I was foolish not to listen
And paid such close conscription
And all the lies I believed
"But if you lend me some more labor
And you put your name on paper
We just might catch a breeze"
I know now he was not a Captain
Now because of all my actions
I grow alone with the sea
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