Every time the water breaks and soaks me to the bone
I remember what I left behind by sailing off alone Pitch and yaw through hurricane, my position is unknown
And the bell rings seven times Salted brine, I drink it down and breathe it through my nose No sign of land but I hang on and do my best to close
But the swirling tidal undertow keeps pulling me below And the bell rings seven times All hands left on deck An icy rest is waiting at the bottom of the sea She's tried her best to take me as I struggle to get free
But while I have a breath to breathe, she isn't taking me
And the bell rings seven times All hands left on deck No hope of rescue The siren calls all souls on board
No hope of dry ground To follow her down Swirling silently beneath the noise and light up there
Push past the frozen arms and legs, ignore the lifeless stare I grab a line that pulls me up for a precious gasp of air And the bell rings seven times All hands left on deck.
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