Maris

We are lonely sailors, far out at sea

We see things in the waters nobody else sees

When the fog rolls over and there's no breeze

Shapes move below us, singing join us in the deep

We jump off the deck and down into the green

Their silver tails waving as they whisper follow me

But the deeper down we get, the further they recede

Until we lonely sailors are lost in a forest of weeds

Just as we let go of our last breath, the forest parted

I'll never be able to forget the sight of that glorious golden kingdom