Don't know what I was tryin' to hide
It was the death of a death inside
Not much to say indeed
About the loss of a loss in me
Nothing to write home
About leaving alone being alone
It was the seed of a sea in me
That made the need to retreat complete
The forecastle's closed
The captain is beat
Far out at sea
The ghost of a fleet
It was the end of an end inside
The last bump in a bumpy ride
Where seabirds glow just like the tide
They die from their dive
And were never alive
The ghost of a wave to ride