Ink black, flecked with white

Horizon on all sides, and a whistle in the shrouds

Our minds blown open by the wind

In the dark we see no evil, hear no evil

We say no more

Our words are drowning in the roar

Wind picks up, veering round

We're reaching through the sound, and we shiver in the stern

Our wide eyes finding nothing

Out to the south we hear the danger

Oh, navigator, guide us to the shore

Our heads go swimming in the roar

And we drown in our senses

Roar

And it roared in thе distance

As we lay under anchor

Ink black, flеcked with white

Horizon on all sides, and a whistle in the shrouds

Our minds blown open by the wind

In the dark we see no evil, hear no evil

Bear us away through the sound

And we'll drown in our senses

Go where the tide takes you

Go out and run before the breeze

You are the navigator

And you've got your hands upon the wheel

Go where the swell shoves you

Go and remember how you feel

When you are the navigator

And you know the way to cut me free

Go where your fears leave you

Go out and throw them to the sea

And it roared in the distance

As we lay under anchor