Boat Trip - Sleepy Sun

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