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 'till the end