"Last night I think I lived a thousand years
Caught wind of the soft song of passing winds
Swam past the seas and met a school of fish
'Enjoy class' they said, 'but keep a weather eye
Keep a weather eye out'
That sound that pulled me out got louder still,
Caught wind of the soft song of passing winds
Swam past the seas and met a school of fish
'Enjoy class' they said, 'but keep a weather eye
Keep a weather eye out'
That sound that pulled me out got louder still,
Until salt and sea became a vacuum's mouth
I tumbled into a dark room
T'was all void and smelled of stale sea air
I said, my oh my
where on earth am I?
I've been swallowed whole
Now a passenger
In the belly of fate!
Fate!
Fate!
Last night I traveled without eyes or ears
I sat idle in the womb of elders, tense
From sailing to the Isle of Wight!
A hostage in the mouth of myth
Fate!
Fate!
Last night I traveled without eyes or ears
I sat idle in the womb of elders, tense
From sailing to the Isle of Wight!
A hostage in the mouth of myth
I said, my oh my
where on earth am I?
I've been swallowed whole
Now a passenger
In the belly of fate!"
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