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.