Memories of the Sea

from In the Catacombs by Dwight Evan Young

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FUN FACT:
This is one of the oldest tracks on the EP, originally recorded in 2008. This song was largely inspired by Annabel Lee, by Edgar Allan Poe.

lyrics

Memories of the Sea
By Dwight Evan Young

As our bodies float on the
Exquisitely receding sea
The sunset washes over me.
We begin to swim to shore.

Fairy-tales told fireside,
The embers dance across the sky.
You touch my arm, I catch your eye,
But still we wanted more.

I close my eyes and feel the ocean’s breeze.
I can’t stand these memories.
Floating far from land,
Footprints in the sand
All seem to wash away.
Under the water she is frozen in time.
Lost now, to the depths of brine.
Her divinity:
Specter of my dreams.
Her face is as clear as day and
I hear screaming.

Far from the coast we spent our days,
In salty air, in rolling waves,
Neither would voice the creeping feeling of malaise.

Our little boat was all but cursed,
But while the storm above grew worse
We saw no harm in waiting for the raining to subside again.

[The ocean flows with ancient secrets
That men will never understand.
All is lost in the darkness.
All is lost.
All is lost.]

Poseidon rose out of the deep
Blue portal, he began to speak;
“Surrender me your love or face your mortal end!”

And though I fought with all my might,
Enraged he was, and full of spite,
He drowned her in the maelstrom as he sent me drifting towards the land.

[Her picture’s on my shelf.
I hear the siren call.
I fall within myself,
And I have lost it all]

I close my eyes and feel the ocean’s breeze.
I can’t stand these memories.
Floating far from land,
Footprints in the sand
All seem to wash away.
Under the water she is frozen in time.
Lost now, to the depths of brine.
Her divinity:
Specter of my dreams.
But she’ll be forever mine
In my memories.