steeples

i heard a story about a boy, who was swept off the deck, the sweeping tide swept the sea over his neck, but it did not end there, the boy began to swim, and dared to the sea that dared to invade him, did you ever want to know me, did you ever feel like i could, it's a silent steeple that carries us down, it's a silent steeple, but the sea wouldn't so much as reply, so the boy swore to the ships that were fated to die, red sky at night, sailors take delight, red sky in the morning, sailors take warning, sail on, take it back, sail on, take it back, sail on, take it back, we were going with the wind in our hair, and we didn't want to look back 'cause if we did we would not care, and if we all were to die now, well it wouldn't be that bad, 'cause the boy in the waves said he'd give us everything, everything he had, to go on and trace that scar, like we did ten years before, sail on, take it back, sail on, take it back, sail on, take it back, sail on, take it back, sail on, take it back, sail on, take it back