Bottom of the Blue

Drop

Bottom of the blue

Bottom of the blue

Chorus

Dry soil is a fiction told to children

We are walking on the bones of seven captains

Every island is a rotting wooden grave

Nothing here but the salt and the wave

Bottom of the blue

Bottom of the blue

Verse 1

Mountain peaks

Tattered flags from a forgotten fleet

Resting on the reef

Jagged maps that the sailors keep

Sinking down

Pre-Chorus

Look beneath the grass for the rusted hull

Look beneath the stone for the shattered skull

Wait for the ocean to take it back

Wait for the horizon to turn to black

Chorus

Dry soil is a fiction told to children

We are walking on the bones of seven captains

Every island is a rotting wooden grave

Nothing here but the salt and the wave

Bottom of the blue

Bottom of the blue

Drop

Bottom of the blue

Bottom of the blue

Verse 2

Ghost crews

Pacing in a circle in their worn out shoes

We are only debts that the tides will use

Lost news

Floating through

Bridge

No shores

No sand

No homes

No land

Seven wrecks

Seven lords

Broken decks

Broken swords

Chorus

Dry soil is a fiction told to children

We are walking on the bones of seven captains

Every island is a rotting wooden grave

Nothing here but the salt and the wave

Bottom of the blue

Bottom of the blue

Drop

Bottom of the blue

Bottom of the blue