now and again youll remember the sound    of the sails waving helpless    the cables wrapping one another into knots so strong    youre lost at once if not tossed into the drink and lost beneath    a substance so dark yet elementary    four winds converge upon a point where your compass    spirals round in useless motions mocking everything    while bilge collects    your cupped hands attempt to shovel out the last few inches    and you plead with the gods but they send you no sign    hold on sailor, hold on brother    steady the vessel    tall tales of ghosts at sail    they spend the afterlife    In futile calculation, dead reckoning    telltales confuse the sails, direction is lost    the winds will spiral round a listless tapestry    and you're left all alone under the shine of the moon    hold on sailor, tighten the cables    steady the vessel    It's a good life if you dont weaken    hold on, hold on