Time to lose

Time to mourn

Time to guide this raft on

On through the storm

When counting to ten-thousand

With our eyes closed

I'm sure that island's on the other side

A blink away

Don't shrink away

I offer you my flask

No strings attached

Just knock it back

And count your blessings

Yes you've found me

I'm your bounty

I'm the prize so take me proudly

Don't open up your eyes

Don't play with knots or say the wrong thing

I'm the captain of this ship

It goes where I decide

I make the rules

I write the script

Our mystery trip

God's mercy on an open sea

And all the stars are falling

Yes all the stars are falling

Falling

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