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 gla** You feel the bubble break As you scan for last words you always thought you'd say