Letras
Wipe the moon dust from your feet
But what if the grains are ashes
To commit to the sea
Hide into the waves beneath
The spent shell that held your father
Lowers down in the seas
The vessel bodies will be sewn in
Sail clothed up
The craft we're buried in the calm wind
Balls of wood will make a boat
Pair up cannon balls to anchor
Meet the floor of the deep
Fly the flag at half its height
Sink by casket under breakers
All hands buried deceased