waves crash on the brave sailors
a plea for victory
but the force of nature carries off to the north
leading the fair-wells with a lit torch
living made it possible to believe
that living only permits us to breathe
find a comfortable cove
listen to the wind and try to sing along
let the night take us where we belong
cut off all the ropes
cut off everything you know
cause it's only a matter until then
when we let it all sink in
eventually we'll all need
a plea for victory
eventually we all need
a reason to believe
eventually we all cry out
for a reason to breathe
eventually...
we'll be face to face with the sea
light our torches and lead
a plea for victory
cause a sailor's job is to keep pace
knowing the only life guard is faith
and the force of nature carries off to the north
leading the fair-wells with a lit torch
living made it possible to believe
that living only permits us to breathe
find a comfortable cove
listen to the wind and try to sing along
let the night take us where we belong
