You may say
that you don’t see,
The tears in
my eyes,
Cause they
have been washed away,
By the waves
that rise.
Trust me
when I confess, yes I am a wreck,
I look for
you in the sky, standing on the deck,
In your arms
is the place, I so crave to be,
But I can’t find
a way out, I am sick of the sea.
The wind
that blows fills me with,
The fragrance
of your sweat,
Curse the
day, I stepped on board,
The moment I
regret.
And when the
ship dances, to the tunes of waves,
It just
brings out of my eyes, the water I have saved,
I just want
to see you dance, holding on to me,
But can’t
find a way to you, I am sick of the sea.
The wind,
the waves, the salty smell and the pole star,
Reminds me
of the truth, how much we are afar,
The ice that
floats in the brine, brings forth my fear,
The fear of
sinking in sea and losing you, my dear.
All the gold
I may plunder, can never make me king,
The happiness
I feel with you, gives me everything,
And if I could,
I would come, fighting water deep,
‘Cause you
are the medicine I need, I am sick of the sea.
