You setting sun,

we were terrorised

as we reached the hull

and the ship capsized

and we cast our stones on silent seas,

in memories.

Pure solid gold, you're not alone,

hearing unseen sounds from the depths below,

and you've settled well into darker glows, far away.

You setting sun, you're a setting sun

casting dark on everyone, but you've a heart of gold and I'm a castaway soul and we're sailing home.