Treason

I am solo in this world of water; only the tip of a sunrise visible, like the morning light in a little girl’s eyes. I crave this freedom, I find it only in this little ship. Just my soul and this bread and butter; I am comfortable.

But there is a treason at sea. Is it me? It is a wonder, supernatural cover of war. The dark ones, who eternal in damnation grow, set about me now. How they whine and crow.

I am solo in this world of wet, and bitter is my temperament; I close the door to sentiment and I relish all my youth.

I realize that I am doomed; fear of love, and fear of you... But you give me the keys to paradise. It is you who sympathize. You and your perfection grow, I am cradled in your ocean's throw. I crave your freedom in this little ship, for you alone can chart my trip

And like these waves I lose my grip, and I sink into your arms.
- Toby McKeehan