He held out his hand,
he asked her to stay,
on board his sinking ship.

He promises to hold her in his arms
while they sail to the end of the world,
just the two of them.

A lone tear escaped her sad eyes.

It takes a tear to wipe her vision clear
and she sees it now

There is no horizon
where the setting sun and the glimmering sea touch

There is no blue sky where the doves soar
in love
in pairs

The sun and the sea are caught forever in the web of illusion,
for eternity
as tormented as lovers go.

And the doves,
they just hide their tears.