Golden Stone

Cold night

Sailors on the sea roar

The sea shore rules

I'm waking my father to see the war

Try to deny all that I said a few days before

And all this water burst into my lungs

But I'm sure that my heart's still a golden stone

A sailor is made to depart or to confess

Sail away, my love, and serve me well

Holding on

Cold night

Ravens casting shadows on my door

I'm taking out my sword against the throne

(Fight or flight mode)

Too shy to deny, I'm thirty-nine, doing fine

Got my line and purple wine

Silver tears are moving out eye to eye, eye to eye

Got a purple wine to get far

Got a purple wine to get far

Got a magic line to get far

Got a magic line to get far

(Got a magic line to get far)

Got a purple wine to get far

Got a purple wine to get far

Got a magic line to get far

Got a magic line to get far