The Wrath Of Poseidon

I'm shipwrecked and hopeless when your boat arrives You offer me water, and I drink in your eyes. Beautiful and certainly sure of yourself,
I question everything, everything else.

So we sail away on a gentle see,
But Poeisden is jealous and bitter toward me,
All i wanted was not to think to much.
I never get the cchance to get used to your touch.

And I know the story, Sometime we'll be sorry. Hey!

We traveld cross the ocean on a stolen wind and the Gods gave in the waters every sin,
I used to think the fates had it in for me.
But I use you as much as you use me!

By the the time stood on solid ground,
Your gaze had grown cold and your eastern bound.
All the sotries I've told over drinks,
I never got the chance to hear just what you think.

And I know the story, Sometime we'll be sorry.


And I know the story, Sometime we'll be sorry.

And I know the story, Sometime we'll be sorry.