The storm comes upon us as we rush for shore
And our little boat is rolled up, turned over in it's claws
It's teeth - the broken pieces in a shipwreak mouth
Shepherd little fishes into it's throaty howl
It's tongue loves like the kraken - a thousand lashes on the mast
A tattered mainsail cracks with a dead man's laugh

All the hopeless lost and lonely, all sailors lost to sea
The ghosts of tawdry ages long forgotten in their deep
I feel them all about me, see them rise from sunken caves
Shadow figures beckon from the plundering waves
Shape and form diminished in the tumbling weed
Lost to sweet distraction in the grey-slate sea

Dread pirates haunt the ship in a bottle
The sea is their surround
Wet lips smack on a foamy mouth
Wet words choke in sandy mouths
Wet sand fills the silent mouth of the storm
Cover your ears as the seagulls cry
Making their shapes in the grey-slate sky
As the waves keep time
Green ghosts dancing in the northern light