[QUEEQUEG]
Three years at sea
The day becomes the night
And the night becomes the day
A drowsy wind blows
And the tranced ship rolls

We vacantly gaze
On the infinity of waves
And the cadence of our gaze
Becomes our thoughts among the waves

And no one grew into anything new
We just became the worse of what we were
And no one grew into anything new
We just became the worse of what we were

[ISHMAEL]
Three years at sea
No news, no gazettes
No startling accounts of the commonplace deluding us into excitement

[QUEEQUEG]
No bankrupt securities

[ISHMAEL]
No decisions on dinner
[QUEEQUEG]
A sublime uneventfulness

[ISHMAEL & QUEEQUEG]
And no one grew into anything new
We just became the worse of what we were
No one grew into anything new
We just became the worse of what we were

[ISHMAEL]
Joy and sorrow, hope and fear have been ground to finest dust
Powdered in the clamped mortar of our captain's iron soul

[QUEEQUEG]
Beneath us lurk the many monsters of the sea
The horrors in the murk wait for me

[ISHMAEL]
And I thought I could just dip my toes in
Didn't think I would lose my soul in this silver asylum
But I let myself disappear

[ISHMAEL & QUEEQUEG]
I let myself disappear

[CREW]
No one grew into anything new
We just became the worst of what we were
No one grew...
[QUEEQUEG]
Oh, lull me to sleep
Oh, opium vacant waves

[QUEEQUEG & CREW]
Oh, lull me to sleep
Oh, opium vacant waves
Oh, lull me to sleep
Oh, opium vacant waves
Oh, lull me to sleep
Oh, opium vacant waves...