Once there was an old ocean
Where anyone who saw it grew old with the sea
We were terrified of water
And of all the sons and daughters no one dared the sea
And all the mics of the coastline attract a bleeding loved one who's love is spangling.
In the saltiest of waters cause apparently they falter never again to be seen
This old war ship has wounds and it won't sail for nothing an old sailor said to me
And I was foolish not to listen and pay such close convention 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.
No now he was not a captain all because of all my action I grow alone with the sea