The sea is swelling now,
The tides have caused the sun to set low.
And of course the sailor knows,
At the end of the day why all things must turn to stone.
My girl is sinking now,
Deeper into the shadows she goes.
Out of a desolate hole,
A blood red rose was planted in the snow.
Out of this desolate hole,
The truth may come but it has no place in this world.
This man has no regrets,
Out of his eyes a seagull flies.
My girl is sinking down,
Out of the corner of my eye I see her drown.
Of course the sailor knows
On the horizon why a dream was never found.