Lyrics:

Pacing the deck, a lonely bowson
Check tide [?] and find beneath the salt of ocean

Lend me an anchor to sink this planet
Unhook these arms to ply their godly habit

There's so many tides it makes it go to waste
So many tides it makes it go to waste

Framing the eyes, this ancient altar
This sacred trade is everywhere and nowhere

Hung out to dry in tall black cabins
Facing the cliffs against the gulfs and habits

There's so many tides it makes it go to waste
So many tides it makes it go to waste

Even now the hulls are all poured out
Wasting in the midday sun

And the yards will be replaced
And we all shall be replaced