One thousand leagues I’ve sailed adhered to wayward course (Or as the drunken crow flies) If all the world’s a stage, my curtain call is nigh Under a firmament of sky I ride the bounding main, but tarnished glamour is Terra Nova’s claim Boxing compass over bow Holding fast on every swell I cast off without a course Nor a semblance of farewell How I’ll miss your warm embrace Nights spent yearning of your gaze Now I lift this lonesome whiskey cask and kiss its liquid praise I am drifting onwards three sheets to the wind Reeling on the gunwale, grasping if this turmoil’s from the sea or just the drink Maelstrom in my brain of trepidation if Poseidon’s wrath I did incite Lie ahull! Lashing, twisted cables, suddenly the tables turn against my humbled state Strap me to the mast with siren’s lullaby to ease my passing from this place Drink up my courage straight to brace the coming storm (I’ll batten down my hatches) If all mankind’s an island, then I’m its figurehead A shepherd for the graceless dead Alone in my domain, but tarnished glamour is Terra Nova’s claim Boxing compass over bow, holding fast on every swell I cast off without a course, nor a semblance of farewell How I’ll miss your warm embrace, nights spent yearning of your gaze Now I lift this lonesome whiskey cask and kiss its liquid praise I am drifting onwards three sheets to the wind (Solo: J. Wright) (Solo: T. Crnkovic) Swaying with the cadence of my breath and ticking heart The albatross brings tidings of my death (death is just another start!) I’ve bottled up this message safe for you; forgive me please My final thoughts: I fear I am run through (through the mist, the reaper caws) Vengeance of the waves, battalions of slaves Beating caverns in my hull, drilling fissures through my skull (Solo: J. Wright) Is that a glimpse of land? A lifeboat spawned of sand? NO! Madness’ final grasp; it’s just the bottom of my cask I cast my oars away! I curse the bounding main, as tarnished glamour is Terra Nova’s claim Boxing compass over bow, holding fast on every swell I cast off without a course, nor a semblance of farewell How I’ll miss your warm embrace, nights spent yearning of your gaze Now I lift this lonesome whiskey cask and kiss its liquid praise Boxing compass over bow, holding fast on every swell I cast off without a course, nor a semblance of farewell How I’ll miss your warm embrace, nights spent yearning of your gaze Now I lift this lonesome whiskey cask and kiss its liquid praise I am lost on glassy desert ocean, broken spirit as my token Drifting onwards three sheets to the wind Three sheets to the wind!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
