And finally, I'd like to take a moment to take Mosey.
Mosey, for the past seven years, you've been my best friend and the love of my life.
You're the kindest, most beautiful woman, and I'm truly a better man for being able
to call you my wife.
I love you.
Thank you for saying yes to me.
Take it in my hand, I'm thinking wish I didn't hand it in, cause who said sailing is fine,
leaving behind all the faces that I might replace if I'm stride on that long ride,
looking deep inside, but I don't wanna look so deep inside yet.
Sit down, sit down on the proud to wave a bow, there might not be another star further on the line.
Look up at God at each time that lights by, and there's another crowd to drown in crying eyes.
And see how that light you love now just won't shine, there might just be another star that's high and far in some other sky.
We sit as black, marrying as real enough yet to step off of that set to decide what her hands might be doing.
Ruining the place, doing the ensuing mail escape.
We have done all of our best, ship-stepping our sacks and the weight of our tracks as we pace, and he flies flying by us.
Rattling our swords, he sears us of some fated forlorn.
We sell out on orders from him, but we fight, the maps he's sent to us don't mention lost coastlines.
When nothing we've actually seen has been mapped or outlined, we don't recognize the names upon these sides.
And every night by, he's rocking and rolling on waves wild and wide, well we have lost our way, nobody's gonna say it, alright.
La la la la la la la la la la la.
