Very rushed production today. Started with less than three hours on the clock, with only the slightest idea of what I wanted to do. Given that, it went okay, but it's rather rough around the edges. Apologies!
The story behind it is that this week I listened to an audiobook where a ship chase across a sea vortex was described, where the vortex could only be crossed safely at high tide — and that I was at a tea house earlier today.
‹ Lyrics
First blips around your boat
A falling raindrop hits your nose
No friend so far remote
The stars to trace the path you chose
The wind, it starts to turn
Whirling gusts that pull you farther out
The kettle, left to burn
Whistling, your teapot short and stout
Ever slowly, ever steady
Do you think you're ever ready
evermore, eternal gravity
reminds you of your proper brevity
Panic! The waves are coming
Panic! The tides are rising
Panic! The Flood is due
Finish your tea and go!
Won't you burn your tongue
You're only at your third infusion
The wheel turns, before long
Can't see the stars through clouds, confusion!
Won't you lose your course
You're heading in the wrong direction
Give your ship the spores
A concoction for your whim infection!
Panic! The waves are coming
Panic! The tides are rising
Panic! The Flood is due
Finish your tea and turn around!
Ever slowly, ever steady
Do you think you're ever ready
evermore, eternal gravity
reminds you of your proper brevity
Panic! The waves are coming
Panic! The tides are rising
Panic! The Flood is due
Finish your tea and go!