The storm comes upon us as we rush for shore And our little boat is rolled up, turned over in it's claws It's teeth - the broken pieces in a shipwreak mouth Shepherd little fishes into it's throaty howl It's tongue loves like the kraken - a thousand lashes on the mast A tattered mainsail cracks with a dead man's laugh All the hopeless lost and lonely, all sailors lost to sea The ghosts of tawdry ages long forgotten in their deep I feel them all about me, see them rise from sunken caves Shadow figures beckon from the plundering waves Shape and form diminished in the tumbling weed Lost to sweet distraction in the grey-slate sea Dread pirates haunt the ship in a bottle The sea is their surround Wet lips smack on a foamy mouth Wet words choke in sandy mouths Wet sand fills the silent mouth of the storm Cover your ears as the seagulls cry Making their shapes in the grey-slate sky As the waves keep time Green ghosts dancing in the northern light