Ten thousand men sleep down with Davy Jones, 

with stolen treasure they die.

The open water chills me to my bones,

but it's the only place that I feel alive.


The ocean fog begins to disappear,

I sense that terrible depth.

The open water is my only fear,

but I'll sail as long as I still have breath.


I'm starting to believe the ocean's much like you

- cause it gives and it takes away.

Between the devil and the deep blue sea

- I stare into the abyss.


The open water is an awful thing,

but I'm anxious 'till the anchor rests.


I'm starting to believe the ocean's much like you

- cause it gives and it takes away.