Lyrics:

A time to be so small

Bottom of the ocean

Saw him under the boat

Saw you making knots

Saw you get the rope

A boy appearing on the deck

Making it lurch

Bubble of your interests

Ready to burst



He whistles and he runs



Saw you in distraction of

Sleeping slow despair

Bursting in a rapture

But he wasn't even there

Feature is a creature

Though you wish you were the wind

Boat will not stop moving

If you tie him up until the end



He whistles and he runs so hold him fast

Pray the lord the wants to let it last

He might succumb to what you haven't seen

He has a keen eye for what you didn't see



when the cadaverous mobs

In the doors to the tent

And man, meanwhile you cannot be



I want you to be there

When he gets to the end

Have to find a way