Ten thousand men sleep down with Davy Jones;
with stolen treasure they tithe.
The open water chills me to my bones,
but it´s the only place that I feel alive.

The ocean floor 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 in me.

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 is aweigh.

I´m starting to believe the ocean´s much like you,
cause it gives, and it takes away.
I´m starting to believe the ocean´s much like you,
cause it gives, and it takes away.

I´m starting to believe the ocean´s much like you,
cause it gives, and it takes away.