your silent sails sent me spinning
choking compass just beginning
create some plan, some road, some rope
to pull me out and send me home
i don't remember falling
just the softest earth below
i'm wishing in the dryest well
i'm digging for the gold.
i heard the daylight calling
i felt the tide, i swear
the broken only break things
so i will meet you there
i felt the deck beneath me
and the chains are a just a feeling
and the pain is always fleeting
so my sea legs carry on
kidnapped or runaway,
captain or stowaway?
is there a difference?
Seven seas and summer days, i am a slave to this
7 deadly sins, and on the Seventh day we rest.
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