Ten thousand men
sleep down with Davey Jones.
With stolen treasure, they die.
The open water
chills me to my bones,
but it's the only place that I feel alive.
The ocean floor
begins to disappear.
I sense that terrible depth.
The open water
is my only fear,
but I'll sail as long as I still have breath.

I'm starting to
believe the ocean's
much like you,
because it gives
and it takes
away.

Between the devil
and the deep blue sea,
I stare into the abyss.
The open water
is an awful thing,
But I'm anxious, still the anchor is

I'm starting to
believe the ocean's
much like you,
because it gives
and it takes
away.

I'm starting to
believe the ocean's
much like you,
because it gives
and it takes
away.

I'm starting to
believe the ocean's
much like you,
because it gives
and it takes
away.

por Rodrigo Andrade.