To the Sea - FORESTT

His soul is proud and his arms are weak

Fighting this battle alone

He sails away from me in his sleep and is planning to never come home

Oh, how he dreams of the ocean

Oh, how he blames it on me

I am pushing my luck

While he’s always drawn back to the sea

His soul is tired and his mind is thick

Fighting with heartache and boredom

While the ships and his crew are awaiting still

In the place where he left to mourn

Oh, how he dreams of the ocean

Oh, how he blames it on me

I am pushing my luck

While he’s always drawn back to the sea

The sun comes down as he sees the bay

Tired and weary and lonesome

His hunger can never come to its fill

As he feeds on his wishes alone