 I float in a boat on a river,
Leading a simple life,
These are the tools that I'm given,
The compass, line and knife.
One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there to go rotten,
One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there to go rotten.
Follow the stars to wherever,
Moon turn the tides away,
I sleep in the arms of forever,
Drifting out into the bay.
One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there to go rotten,
One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there in a hole.
I believe there's something good around the corner,
I received a premonition,
Coasting out towards the sea, the water's warmer,
All my dreams come to fruition.
The last of the great navigators,
They ruled with no fixed address,
Alone in the song to the siren,
And the devil make done for the rest.
One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there to go rotten,
One at a time the old crimes are forgotten,
Buried in lime and left there in a hole to rot away.
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