As we cross the sea,
You don't know.
The thing's I've seen,
Are true to me.
But don't let me down, not this time.
And I won't make you stay.
And don't let me steal your thunder,
Harvest your warrior.
On top of the water where the air can't breath.
It is what it seems to be, your thoughts will fall asleep.
The victory of battles fought in a field of my youth,
Breaking this will show me where the truth is,
And I will talk to mystics for advice on how to see the patterns that we had seemed to float through, because of you.