i heard a story about a boy
who was swept off the deck
the sweeping tide swept the sea over his neck
and dared to the sea that dared to invade him
did you ever want to know me
did you ever feel like i could
it's a silent steeple that carries us down
but the sea wouldn't so much as reply
so the boy swore to the ships that were fated to die
we were going with the wind in our hair
and we didn't want to look back 'cause if we did we would not care
and if we all were to die now
well it wouldn't be that bad
'cause the boy in the waves said he'd give us everything
to go on and trace that scar
like we did ten years before