[ Featuring the Half-Empties ]
On the deck of my boat
The water climbs the masts like ivy grows
On the deck of my boat
The water soaks the rigging and my clothes
And nobody knows
The dividing line of the sky and sea below
No, nobody knows
Which of us will live to see our home
La da da
Years and years ago
My younger self had known a life alone
Years and years ago
A seed was planted, and it sprouted, and it began to grow
And I was to know
A girl so pure, so real, so beautiful
And I was to know
And see a tragedy lay waste to my home
La da da
In the back of my throat
The bile and fire and fear begin to flow
In the back of my throat
A hellish yell from a beast's belly begins to roar
And so I let go
To the suffering and pain and fear and more
So I let to go
To the soaked and tattered rope holding me aboard
I call to the Gods of the Sea
"Is this the worst you have for me?"
And I hear from the depths
The resonating sound of death
A grim but clear response
The sound of the Leviathans
On the wreck of my boat
The water leaves the sails as a gentle breeze blows
On the wreck of my boat
I'm the only one left standing now a ghost
But on the deck of my boat
I hope to be at last reunited with the one love I have known
On the deck of my boat
