Open Water

Ten thousand men
sleep down with Davy Jones;
with stolen treasure they tithe.
The open water
chills me to my bones,
but it’s the only place that I feel alive.
The ocean floor
begins to disappear;
I sense that terrible depth.
The open water
is my only fear,
but I’ll sail as long as I still have breath in me.

I’m starting to
believe the ocean’s
much like you,
because it gives
and it takes
away.

Between the devil
and the deep blue sea,
I stare into the abyss.
The open water
is an awful thing,
But I’m anxious till the anchor is
aweigh.

I’m starting to
believe the ocean’s
much like you,
because it gives
and it takes
away.

I’m starting to
believe the ocean’s
much like you,
because it gives
and it takes
away.

I’m starting to
believe the ocean’s
much like you,
because it gives
and it takes
away.