Lyrics:
Pacing the deck, a lonely bowsonCheck tide [?] and find beneath the salt of oceanLend me an anchor to sink this planetUnhook these arms to ply their godly habitThere's so many tides it makes it go to wasteSo many tides it makes it go to wasteFraming the eyes, this ancient altarThis sacred trade is everywhere and nowhereHung out to dry in tall black cabinsFacing the cliffs against the gulfs and habitsThere's so many tides it makes it go to wasteSo many tides it makes it go to wasteEven now the hulls are all poured outWasting in the midday sunAnd the yards will be replacedAnd we all shall be replaced