The onboard captain tips his hat   He feels a little wave   While the Easterlies our sails will try to save   Behind his eyes he's hypnotized by the longitude   The old man feels the distance from the view      And here's to you, the blue wide open   Get me off this cursed land   Back when my heart remained unbroken   Time was a footstep in the sand   Good day, Tempest   Where were you last Sunday before this trip began?   And we go   Shipwrecked again      Believe in luck, the omens trusted the albatross   But you shot it dead inside your head and damn the cost   The iceberg crashed like a brandy glass   You feel the bubble break   As you scan for last words you always thought you'd say