Sunrise over troubled waters
Over troubled fathers of the son of sun and sand
Steady now
You're the loosest cannon
Not yet a man
But, we're not children
We're not kids anymore
And we ride
We ride
We ride
Down these living seas
Down these living seas
Down these living seas
The winds are calmed and the deepest freed
We turn clever thieves to steal the breath of angry seas
Hold me down where blood meets water
Where time is black and white bright blue until you breathe
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