The Purge

oh, sweet old vine that calms me down at the safe port in the warm sea let me drink youth and hopes from the same bottle that the fishes swim the hot sun burns my skin and dries my throat but i dream about what the green lawns will bring me as soon as I get out of this boat red roses symbolizes the blood in the pacific waters sharks are fighting swordfishes and shoals are frightened for their sons and daughters the only thing that reminds the ocean to clean up all the stains and remains it’s the expectation for the new battles that the great ships wage with the leviathans inside the captain’s veins tell him that it’s to late now cause the mermaid seeks passion from another sailor’s vow poor man longing in the sea his kids and wife can’t remember the sound of his arriving with his footsteps filled with sand flea