The Brook Lee Catastrophe
Текст песни The Seasick Sailor

The seasick sailor sails away although he isn't unsure
If it's the motion of the ocean or the notion of a cure
For the sound of her voice in the wind off the coast
Or the feeling that what's gone will not be permanently lost

If I lie, in the sea

Every port town has a brothel where the crew finds some release
He takes measures to deny himself the pleasures that he seeks
Takes whiskey as communion, routine is an homage
Ink is a rebellion through a needle in his arms
With an X for every failed attempt to join that watered grave
But it's only getting harder here and he's running out of space

Till he'll lie, in the sea

Then one day upon the water with a fair wind at his back
He heard a resolution in the ocean's salty breath
And he vowed to live a day for her for every one time stole
When the wind it swept, the ocean leapt
And she gently called him home

Now he lies, in the sea