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

I try
I cry
I tried
Eyes cry

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