You and I were on a boat trip
30 miles right off the coast
It's far from common ground
Cast lines in the ocean
100 feet of devotion is all we need to accord
Every league is a city sinking into the black and golden sea of kin
Every knot is a riddle sinking into the vast and wide open sea of kin
You and I were dragging corpses
Telling tales of wild forces
It's calm until the strike
On a plane, wishy water
Granted by patient father
His luck to catch his king
Every league is a city sinking into the black and golden sea of kin
Every knot is a riddle sinking into the vast and wide open sea of kin

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