Three's the reason
3 don't lie storms' horizon high tide ghost is keelin'
To and fro hump submerged in the foam crew is reelin'
Now's the time all hands braced on the nine a soul's just a toy to be played with bits of ferment on the move they can't believe what he's sayin' sold his poor heart for his muse ghost in pieces
Wrenched and torn cursed the day he was born london eden
Wolf's the sage drown the words on the page crew is reelin'
Now's the time all hands braced on the nine i'll just agree what he's sayin' bits of ferment on the move what's there to keep me from playin'? sold my poor heart for a tune