It’s the way of the cosmic sailor, in boat in the night
But the wolves are not scaring him, he’s alright
Just the day, just the day away, I can feel it sometimes

Then with the morning comes
The sun that finds them all, so divides the night and they die
And with the morning sun
A lonely teardrop falls down from my eye and I die

(Source: nightontheocean, via myownprivaterio)