Back off the black line I carved across the tide You crossed into the waters where my hungry cannons ride No wind moves through this harbor unless I let it pass Every mast upon the skyline bows beneath my flag I see you watching open sea like freedom waits in blue But every wave beneath your feet already answers to my crew You’re the prize I tore away from the heavy hands of fate Worth more than all the bullion rotting in a captain’s crate I built this gilded cage to keep the whole world outside No shore left to run to, no tide where you can hide My sovereign treasure burning in the fever of my palm The storm belongs to me, and I am master of the calm Don’t speak to me of freedom like it’s something men can sell I’d rather keep you quiet in the cabin where I dwell The clink of stolen riches never sang a song so sweet As the sound of your surrender falling soft beneath my feet If a scavenger comes circling the borders of my pride I’ll sink him under blackened waves where even devils hide You’re the prize I tore away from the heavy hands of fate Worth more than all the bullion rotting in a captain’s crate I built this gilded cage to keep the whole world outside No shore left to run to, no tide where you can hide My sovereign treasure burning in the fever of my palm The storm belongs to me, and I am master of the calm They say the sky is endless, but I’ve nailed it to my sail I’ve rationed out the moonlight and the mercy in the gale You can beat your wings against the bars until the wire bleeds But I’m the only captain who can give you what you need Possession is the law, and I’m the judge who holds the key You’re a captive to the hunger that lives inside of me You’re the prize I tore away from the heavy hands of fate Worth more than all the bullion rotting in a captain’s crate I built this gilded cage to keep the whole world outside No shore left to run to, no tide where you can hide My sovereign treasure burning in the fever of my palm The storm belongs to me, and I am master of the calm You’re the prize I tore away from the heavy hands of fate Worth more than all the bullion rotting in a captain’s crate I built this gilded cage to keep the whole world outside No shore left to run to, no tide where you can hide My sovereign treasure burning in the fever of my palm The storm belongs to me, and I am master of the calm The storm belongs to me And you belong to the storm
