Lyrics To the Sea - FORESTT

To the Sea

His soul is proud and his arms are weak
Fighting this battle alone
He sails away from me in his sleep and is planning to never come home
Oh, how he dreams of the ocean
Oh, how he blames it on me
I am pushing my luck
While he’s always drawn back to the sea
His soul is tired and his mind is thick
Fighting with heartache and boredom
While the ships and his crew are awaiting still
In the place where he left to mourn
Oh, how he dreams of the ocean
Oh, how he blames it on me
I am pushing my luck
While he’s always drawn back to the sea
The sun comes down as he sees the bay
Tired and weary and lonesome
His hunger can never come to its fill
As he feeds on his wishes alone