Ocean of Green - The Privateer

The flowers or should i say

The crewmen’s heads all stood in bloom

Almost in a praying pose

To embrace the gloom

As we rode cross the beach

I thought I could feel strange plants

Feelers reaching out of for me

Touched by the grace

This mind bending majesty

Fading away

Logic’s supposed to leavewe’re here to stay

The plants gave us amnesty

Screw our trip

We are tripping into the day

A beautiful place

Jellyfish could roam

The air and mister

Goldsteen himself

Came to greet us in his lair

On an ocean of green

Sturdy boats rode along

Reaching out for a surreal scene

The old crew was waiting

And we knew for sure

We found treasure indeed

Touched by the grace

This mind bending majesty

Fading away

Logic’s supposed to leavewe’re here to stay

The plants gave us amnesty

Screw our trip

We are tripping into the day

Touched by the grace

Standing right next to me

An unknown face

Wild looks indeed

Kind of familiar

Kind of a mirrored me

They’ve come to prey

On us while we’re wasting away

Touched by the grace

This mind bending majesty

Fading away

Logic’s supposed to leavewe’re here to stay

The plants gave us amnesty

Screw our trip

We are tripping into the day