The Captain died four days ago
His souls rest from stem to stern
All his clothes were sent to sea
where he'll live eternaly
Silence, save us from the disease
of crashing waves against the truth
Little fish don't cry no more,
we are here to share the loss
Singing song of dreams and risks
counting blinding southern lights
But maybe hope is dressed with tears
and tears are sinking in his grave
Captain died four days ago
Captain's ready, we are not
We fear the pain of crying blood that we don't own
The Captain is awake

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