Song: Angel of Amphitrite's Bay.
I am writing love letters in bottles,
I am throwing them into the sea;
I am begging the west wind for answers.
I am praying you'll listen to me.
I am stranded alone on an island
Where the shores trace a fractal design,
And the tide sings a song about losing your way,
And I'm watching the sky for a sign.
They say Amphitrite loves all that are lost;
That she carries the drowned sailors home.
They say that her hair is like seafoam and salt,
That she uses the wind for her comb.
They say that she grows compass roses
On the shores of Bermuda, where all days are good.
They say that her heart beats in time with the waves.
And I would go with her, if only I could...
I am writing love letters in bottles.
I know that you won't read a word.
I am throwing them into the waters.
I am innocent, I am absurd.
I am standing alone on this skerry
And I don't know how we wound up here,
And the tide sings a song about lovers and loss,
And I'm drowning in silence and fear...
They say Old King Neptune's a merciful man;
That he takes only what we can spare.
They say that his hands offer comfort, and more,
They tell me he's always been fair.
They say that he loves compass roses
That he once told his daughter that he understood.
They say that he cries when the solstice tide turns,
And I would go with him, if only I could...
We don't get to choose who we love, who we lose.
We don't get to choose everything that we are.
They say that the Magpie was innocent once.
They say that she once fell in love with a star...
They say that she couldn't stop crying,
She couldn't be helped, and she fell long and far.
They say that she couldn't help laughing
For her love, for her lady, the bright morning star...
I am writing love letters in bottles.
I am using a crow-feather quill.
I am throwing them into the riptide,
Pretending you think of me still.
I am standing alone on the shoreline
Like a magpie in patchwork display.
Call me lady of lost lover's causes.
Call me Angel of Amphitrite's Bay.
I am throwing them into the sea;
I am begging the west wind for answers.
I am praying you'll listen to me.
I am stranded alone on an island
Where the shores trace a fractal design,
And the tide sings a song about losing your way,
And I'm watching the sky for a sign.
They say Amphitrite loves all that are lost;
That she carries the drowned sailors home.
They say that her hair is like seafoam and salt,
That she uses the wind for her comb.
They say that she grows compass roses
On the shores of Bermuda, where all days are good.
They say that her heart beats in time with the waves.
And I would go with her, if only I could...
I am writing love letters in bottles.
I know that you won't read a word.
I am throwing them into the waters.
I am innocent, I am absurd.
I am standing alone on this skerry
And I don't know how we wound up here,
And the tide sings a song about lovers and loss,
And I'm drowning in silence and fear...
They say Old King Neptune's a merciful man;
That he takes only what we can spare.
They say that his hands offer comfort, and more,
They tell me he's always been fair.
They say that he loves compass roses
That he once told his daughter that he understood.
They say that he cries when the solstice tide turns,
And I would go with him, if only I could...
We don't get to choose who we love, who we lose.
We don't get to choose everything that we are.
They say that the Magpie was innocent once.
They say that she once fell in love with a star...
They say that she couldn't stop crying,
She couldn't be helped, and she fell long and far.
They say that she couldn't help laughing
For her love, for her lady, the bright morning star...
I am writing love letters in bottles.
I am using a crow-feather quill.
I am throwing them into the riptide,
Pretending you think of me still.
I am standing alone on the shoreline
Like a magpie in patchwork display.
Call me lady of lost lover's causes.
Call me Angel of Amphitrite's Bay.