Set the sails!

If we can we will leave a letter in this song for you
And we'll write once a day and float it through the sea to you.

Calamity, calamity right ahead...
We've left everything to chance as we decided to remain silent for the next couple of days, weeks, months. We both know we'll wind up in that place, yet, it's best to row with the stream. Honey, darling, we've set the sail, the waves ahead are floating us far away from the life we think we have, chancing this dark night accompanying the downpour, hoping for a ray of sunlight that breaks through the purgative layer of steam that even now clouds the eyesight.

The bow [...] it's caught up with us...
Here we lay, our bodies swallow the consequence of this grand journey, we're lost here, now, in the wide open water, is this not what we've always wanted? Is this not where the reveries wandered? Was I not a oner? Were you not a oner? Certainly fate has racketed the passage, do we leave the remains to their destiny or shall we build from the scatter where they now lay fumed from all the thunder? Tell me please inasmuch as I'll stand high above circumstance and claim the debris for me to rearrange them and give us another try.

Calamity, right at the stern.
Ah, the morning, such a morning, like no other, the sun shining down and we've finally anchored in the pier as we've passed through sorrow and grief, the loss, the pious tempête, the sea infuriato. Raised up from the ashes of times that have been, to the never-ending novelty of  renewal in between this sprawling chaos. And here we go, shuffling our feet off the world with our heads skyrocketing, chasing dreams and wishing upon fallen eyelashes to reach the final, marvelous goal of a better love with the newness of being reborn.

...All aboard, set the sails!