A sailor finds the sea

And the ship
She owns the sailor
The course is set
But it's a curse
It’s bad
Smooth, smooth, smooth, smooth, smooth, smooth, for smooth
For s-, f-f-for smooth, for smooth (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Naught be caught
And her captain, he shoots himself
Him, he poked his head and his arm
So you know how
On the surface, we slide
Us, three
Can you believe us?
Will you believe us?
Will you come and see?
You and me
And, and the sea
Yeah, what will be, will be?
What was once, forever like
This weather, sunrise
No sorrow
Chant a chanting in my head
By the dеad, oh, tomorrow
Gentle remindеr, not today
So we sail the sea
A ship
Awake, awake