The Captain:
As I lay cold and frozen in suspended animation
Dreaming of what I’d find—I’m alone and I hate it here
Fear of the gleaming light that is blinding
Through the storm and sea—I’m hoping that I still believe

Even though the flame will burn we’re shaking
In the dancing light the shadows shaping my fear
Of the gleaming light—I couldn’t shake it
I will always feel that I can’t make it on my own
All on my own