The Pirate’s Dream

Seahorses call to each other's wives, yeah
Then break like eggs, slipping down the other side
Around them, the wind is screaming at the spray
Whoa, for soaking the sea and drowning out the day, oh
Albatross circles, feathered in black
Mourning the comrade who won't be coming back
Plotting on the wind the fate of those below
Hell-bent on vengeance, no mercy will they show
Corks full of medics face the teeth of the storm, right on

Beckoning more things, putting away their coats
Sliding off rocks, diving down to their homes
Dolphins chatter on faithful to the end
Each with a plan for saving his very best friend
Sharks have invited their families for a feast
Expecting a banquet, a dinner at the least
Fear crazy sailors cling helpless to the mast
Run out of biscuit and the water will never last
Old Davy Jones oils the locks on his chest

The maker's quite deaf, after all, he's very old
Those that haven't drowned are dying slowly of the cold
The time's drawing near, the timbers will never last
Whoa, each wretch on board sees his whole life spinning past
Memories flood back like falling onto knives
Lovers, sons, sweethearts but never never wives
Down on their knees, they're praying for all they're worth
Conjuring up words damn near forgot at birth
Eternal father, strong to save