| Song | The Open Sea |
| Artist | Musee Mecanique |
| Album | From Shores of Sleep |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Passing on the water's edge | |
| And wrinkling some time | |
| You set your mind on moving along. | |
| Pacing forth with pant-less breath | |
| In the shade of the shadow-less palms— | |
| Gold pastures of dawn— | |
| O, the open sea ... | |
| Though the tides are new and high | |
| Your eyes are anchored still to some old ideas | |
| And some effortless tricks | |
| That comfort you and hold you | |
| While the fleas and flies still bite | |
| Like the salty air on steel | |
| O, what do you still feel? | |
| Passing from the water's edge | |
| And tending the lines | |
| You set your mind on moving along. | |
| For well beyond the breakers' crash | |
| Harvests of the blue horizon's loom | |
| Will offer a new and open sea | |
| That weaves the stars and deep— | |
| Reasons for our faith— | |
| As the currents state and set to reveal | |
| O, what you do still feel! | |
| They'll comfort you and carry you | |
| Where the aging canvas fills | |
| And the salty air you'll feel… |
| Passing on the water' s edge | |
| And wrinkling some time | |
| You set your mind on moving along. | |
| Pacing forth with pantless breath | |
| In the shade of the shadowless palms | |
| Gold pastures of dawn | |
| O, the open sea ... | |
| Though the tides are new and high | |
| Your eyes are anchored still to some old ideas | |
| And some effortless tricks | |
| That comfort you and hold you | |
| While the fleas and flies still bite | |
| Like the salty air on steel | |
| O, what do you still feel? | |
| Passing from the water' s edge | |
| And tending the lines | |
| You set your mind on moving along. | |
| For well beyond the breakers' crash | |
| Harvests of the blue horizon' s loom | |
| Will offer a new and open sea | |
| That weaves the stars and deep | |
| Reasons for our faith | |
| As the currents state and set to reveal | |
| O, what you do still feel! | |
| They' ll comfort you and carry you | |
| Where the aging canvas fills | |
| And the salty air you' ll feel |
| Passing on the water' s edge | |
| And wrinkling some time | |
| You set your mind on moving along. | |
| Pacing forth with pantless breath | |
| In the shade of the shadowless palms | |
| Gold pastures of dawn | |
| O, the open sea ... | |
| Though the tides are new and high | |
| Your eyes are anchored still to some old ideas | |
| And some effortless tricks | |
| That comfort you and hold you | |
| While the fleas and flies still bite | |
| Like the salty air on steel | |
| O, what do you still feel? | |
| Passing from the water' s edge | |
| And tending the lines | |
| You set your mind on moving along. | |
| For well beyond the breakers' crash | |
| Harvests of the blue horizon' s loom | |
| Will offer a new and open sea | |
| That weaves the stars and deep | |
| Reasons for our faith | |
| As the currents state and set to reveal | |
| O, what you do still feel! | |
| They' ll comfort you and carry you | |
| Where the aging canvas fills | |
| And the salty air you' ll feel |