It glides upon the waves like a boat
Trying anything to stay afloat
Throwing water throwing crates throwing hope
Out the window, into the sea
The major and his crew are all it needs
They climb by the anchor - they breathe heavily
They know what to do - they don't need to speak
They all search for clues - brewing misuse as they seek
The old rusty caross cringes and yearns
For another storm to storm and let it burn
It lurches through the ocean in its grave
Sinking down - sinking downwards in the waves
But Thomas patches cracks - The major works with wax
Luna hammers steel - Fiona takes the wheel
And when the ship is ready they sit down to eat a meal
Unaware of the darker clouds availing the sky |