Foundering in shallows. We're sunk, guys!
The big waves dip and rise up to the skies.
And I'm feelin' my face is close to the sun
Even though the boat sinks and I bail.
Sea of buoys.

When bulkhead doors open, in will race
Sea waters, and the levels quickly rise.
Stuck between two storms, we're in the eyes
Even though the boat sinks, still I bail.
Sea of buoys.

Having trouble getting through
"Mayday! Mayday!" screams the crew.

Into the surging sea everyone flies
Wasted is our boat, now we flail,
Seeking buoys.

Seeking buoys. . . .