Time to lose Time to mourn Time to guide this raft on On through the storm When counting to ten-thousand With our eyes closed I'm sure that island's on the other side A blink away Don't shrink away I offer you my flask No strings attached Just knock it back And count your blessings Yes you've found me I'm your bounty I'm the prize so take me proudly Don't open up your eyes Don't play with knots or say the wrong thing I'm the captain of this ship It goes where I decide I make the rules I write the script Our mystery trip God's mercy on an open sea And all the stars are falling Yes all the stars are falling Falling [Backwards]: Falling