The Pacific Lyrics

Three years at sea

The day becomes the night

The night becomes the day

The drowsy wind blows

And the tranced ship rolls

We vacantly gaze

On the infinity of waves

And the cadence of our gaze

Becomes our thoughts among the waves

And no one grew

Into anything new

We just became the worse of what we were

No one grew

Into anything new

We just became the worse of what we were

Three years at sea

No news

No gazettes

No startling accounts of the commonplace

Deluding us into excitement

No bankrupt securities

No decisions on dinner

A sublime uneventfulness

And no one grew

Into anything new

We just became the worse of what we were

No one grew

Into anything new

We just became the worse of what we were

Joy and sorrow, hope and fear

Have been ground to finest dust

Powdered in the clamped mortar

Of our captain's iron soul

Beneath us lurk

The many monsters of the sea

The horrors in the murk

Wait for me

And I thought I could just dip my toes in

Didn't think I would lose my soul

In this silver asylum

But I let myself disappear

I let myself disappear

No one grew

Into anything new

We just became the worse of what we were

No one grew…