Way to go, a scream fanfares the notion,
That fortune and art don't make good bed-fellows.
Sleepless fate, backwater's foggy terror,
And you know them, haunted memories alive.
Hey there, you've lost hours adrift in recall,
Mute captain and crew rewrite this clammy horror,
I thought I'd left behind.
Re-live the fathoms.
And you know them, at large.
And you know them, in charge.
And you know them, operating, alive.
Fall into sleep, out of their arms.
