The horizon comes rushing with flashing white lights
darkness crawls nearer, we're set against the tide
the water turns grey, waves whisper your name
FASTEN THE ROPES, STRECH OUT THOSE SAILS!
the deck yells a creak like a lone battle-cry
the ship climbs and falls, tide after tide
crashing waves offer their cold-dead embrace
ALL HANDS ON DECK, THERE'S NO TIME TO WASTE
and as the storm's raging, don't let faith go, don't let faith go
THERE IS AN ISLAND AHEAD, THERE MUST BE AN ISLAND AHEAD
and as the storm's raging, don't let fear overtake you
(because) our course is true. we sail through uncharted waters
but our course is true.
OUR COURSE IS TRUE |
