Bitter End

Big man, small court
Then how your wingspan fall short?
Quicksand around the fort
Switch plans won't abort
Stitch stanzas for the sport
Dish manna by the quart
Ship stranded off its course, east of Hyannis Port
Disband the tour de force see they eyeing to thwart
Blip vanished from the navigation system
Telegram ended with a "stop, collaborate and listen"
Not a map to trace the distance or an atlas for assistance
Just a captain with a mission and immaculate precision
Under pressure steer feel the vessel veer
The sound of rolling thunder like a zeppelin near
Over and out we're going under any second, dear
Lord, there's so much more than death to fear

It's the depth I fear
So much more than death to fear
It's the depth I fear
So much more than death to fear
It's the depth I fear
So much more than death to fear
It's the depth I fear
So much more than death to fear
It's the depth I fear
So much more than death to fear

The skipper's log reads week two
The thickest fog slowly creeps through
What was once a deep crew is now indeed few
This wasn't their idea of a room with a sea view
Only Atlantis awaits
Still Skip stays calm so as not to panic the mates
Despite his internally manic state
They turn to the man to make the decision for all their sake
What's at stake? Other than becoming human bait
To suffer the brutal fate of a puffer, fluke or hake
It's nothing that you could take and lesser so comprehend
Only sure thing is that they're in it till the bitter end

It's the depth I fear
So much more than death to fear
It's the depth I fear
So much more than death to fear
It's the depth I fear
So much more than death to fear
It's the depth I fear
So much more than death to fear
It's the depth I fear
So much more than death to fear