Born on the eve of a blue-yellow moon
Days and nights spent looking for you
A fool, a wretch, at best a buffoon
The seas are alive with the memory of you

The sailors they talk of your beauty and grace
But warn of your loves sweet deadly embrace
I’ve won and I’ve lost at the gates of your feet
So my father promised me he did on that day
My quest for your shores would not fade away
He said, you'll die a young man, and he promised I’d meet
An Atlantis to live for, to match my conceit

So I beg and I borrow
I scavenge and rave
Before my own birth was I already your slave?
So my head will rest on eternal tomorrow
As the search stretches on I question, Atlantis, my sorrow?

Alone and at sea, yet still I rejoice
After all of this time the manifest of your voice
and I see it now
It is just in view
Atlantis my salvation
I am coming to you