Intro

Salt on the mast, fire in the foam

Raise every canvas, this sea is our home

Verse 1

The harbor sleeps beneath a copper dawn

We cut the ropes and sail before the storm

A weathered map is stitched inside my coat

And every scar knows where we have to go

Pre-Chorus

The compass turns, the old bell cries

Wind fills the cloth like battle drums arise

Chorus

Sail, sail, into the roaring blue

No king on land can tell us what to do

With iron hearts and silver on the spray

We take the dawn and never kneel or sway

Sail, sail, let every cannon call