Dockside, seaside, harbour lights
Cloudy skies, eerie nights
Floating forest side by side
The journey begins
At high tide
Walk the planks towards the light
Ignore the echoes of the night
Let the creaks go by the by
The time is right
The tide is high


Dockside, seaside, harbour lights
Cloudy skies, eerie nights
Floating forest side by side
The journey begins
At high tide
Walk the planks towards the light
Ignore the echoes of the night
Let the creaks go by the by
The time is right
The tide is high

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