Another New World

(الألبوم: Ahoy! - 2012)

The leading lights of the age all wondered amongst themselves what I would do next
After all that I found in my travels around the world, was there anything left?
"Gentlemen" I said, "I've studied the charts and if what I am thinking is right,
There's another new world at the top of the world for the first one who breaks through the ice"

And I looked around the room, in that way I once had and I saw that they wanted was belief
So I said, "All I've got are my guts and my God, " then I paused, "and the Annabel Lee"
Oh, the Annabel Lee and I saw their eyes shine, the most beautiful ship in the sea
My Nina, my Pinta, my Santa Maria, and my beautiful Annabel Lee

That spring we set sail, the crowds waved from shore, and on board the crew waved their hats
But I never had family, just the Annabel Lee, so I never had cause to look back
I just set the course north and I'd study the charts and towards dawn I drifted towards sleep,
And I dreamed of the fine deep harbor I'd find past the ice, for my Annabel Lee, after that it got colder

The world got quiet, it was never quite day or quite night
And the sea turned the color of sky turned the color of sea turned the color of ice
Till at last all around us was fastness, one vast glassy desert of arsenic white
And the waves that once lifted us, sifted instead into drifts against Annabel's side and the crew gathered closer
At first for the warmth, but each day would bring a new set
Of tracks in the snow leading over the edge of the world till I was the only one left
Then it gets cloudy but it seems like I laid there for days and maybe for months
Oh but Annabel held me, just the two of us happy to think back on all we had done

We talked of the other new worlds we'd discover as she gave up her body to me
And as I chopped up her mainsail for timber I told her of all that we still had to see
As the frost turned her moorings to nine-tail and the winds lashed her sides in the cold
I burned her to keep me alive every night in the loving embrace of her hold

And I won't call it rescue that brought me back here to the old world to drink and decline
And pretend that the search for another new world was well worth the burning of mine
But sometimes at night, in my dreams comes the singing of some unknown tropical bird
And I smile in my sleep, thinking Annabel Lee's finally made it to another new world
Yeah, sometimes at night in my dreams comes a singing of some unknown tropical bird
And I smile in my sleep, thinking Annabel Lee's finally made it to another new world