LYRIC

Isaac tied upon the bow searches for land
Milton's hands upon the wheel steering us on
Seventy souls upon the deck and may God save us all
The strange brotherhood of the blue ship

And Rolff watches over the edge counting the fishes
Lost upon the drifting tide and the pull of the moon

They said there's water running in all our veins as they
Cast us off
Pulled forever back and on, back and on
The strange brotherhood of the blue ship

There is no wind that I can feel
There is no place for us to be
Just the strange brotherhood of the blue ship

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