A ship floating on a sea
A sea of black clouds
Wave after wave of darkness
And the ship sails on
No salt stings the air
No seagulls sing high
The taste of bitter death
Or rather not death but life
Death seems sweet
A sweet thing to live for
Live to die
Live to sail
To sail on the black clouds
To sail on the ship
To thrash about the waves
Waves continue the slam
It won’t sink
We’ll make it
To the port
I see the lighthouse
Sitting above that spike
That sharp tooth of a hill
Lighting the way
Sail on
Sail on