Dead Ocean Song

Driving the phantom ship into the seas of turmoil, hanging onto the swells of the dead ocean song I remember the skies, endless in their will to love I remember my song , born innocent in the arms of friends Sunsets pray on horizons and dig deep into the eyeball theater I was falling wordlessly and bound for the bottom The days are walking in single file, past the gallery of memories and the will to transpire Someday soon , i don't know when, i'll pick myself up again Dust off these ancient bones, Pick my head up and head on home