We saw you from the urchin's side from under the boat We saw you making knots, we saw you get the rope The boy appearing on the deck, you're making it lurch The bubble of your interest's ready to burst
He whistles and he runs
We saw you in distraction, a sleeping slow despair Rehearsing interaction, he wasn't even there A creature is a creature though you wish you were the wind The boat will not stop moving if you tie him up until the end
He whistles and he runs so hold him fast Breathe the burn, you want to let it last He might succumb to what you haven't seen He has a keen eye for what you used to be When the cadaverous mob saves their doors for the dead men You cannot leave When the cadaverous mob saves its doors for the dead men You cannot leave
When the cadaverous mob saves its doors for the dead men You cannot leave