Tell the Captain - Floater

Go and tell the captain the waves are growing high

And anyone washed overboard, leave them here to die

Go now, tell his mistress who lies in sheets of wine

The candles and the invocations will not bring down the tide

He’s abandoned any hope of life now

The endless storms that rage upon us grow from ripples in his mind

He has chosen darkness over light now

Mistress and crew have lied and left him to be cold, to be cold

Lied and left him to be cold