Humanities Regress - Sick at Sea Lyrics

Laying on my back, I feel cold
Rudely awoken from my daze
The wood underneath is creaky and old
I feel the ship rocking, torches are ablaze

My body's racked with sick
I don't want to die here
The waves are crashing on the ship
There's gotta be a cure near
"Please, please, help!" I scream
"Death is with us tonight"
My friend's eyes appear so keen
"Hey, relax, it's alright"

I don't know where I'm headed
But I'm not worried where we land
The sea will be lightly treaded
And I will reach out my hand
But I'm not worried where we land
And I will reach out my hand

I stare at the sea so green
My knees are weak, but I can stand
Everyone's asleep
My friend's behind me holding a lamp
In its amber glow
We stand in silent peace
Looking at the creatures below
My mind is at ease
From afar I hear a fiddle's tune
The salted air blows in my hair
The night is blue under the moon
With galaxies above, the sea is fair

I don't know where I'm headed
But I'm not worried where we land
The sea will be lightly treaded
And I will reach out my hand
But I'm not worried where we land
And I will reach out my hand