Lyrics:

(OlivaO'NeillCafferyMiddleton) As he stood upon the watch deck Looking out onto the sea It would offer no solutions Only silent company So he took hold of the reasons As he tried to understand But they offered just confusion As they bled into his hands Dear God Couldn't you decide What should happen to a man's assassin Dear God Is it suicide I have never been a man of passions I believe what the prophets said That the oceans hold their dead But at night when the waves are near They whisper And I hear There are wounds that bleed inside us There are wounds we never see They are part of our refinements That allow a man to be There are wounds that bleed in silence With aristocratic grace There are tears we keep beside them Never seen upon a face Dear God Do you think it's wise To remember everything that's ever happened Dear God Could we compromise Or must the shadows of this night be everlasting I believe what the prophets said That the oceans hold their dead As I contemplate this stand What I do Is who I am I believe what the prophets said That the oceans hold their dead But at night when the waves are near They whisper And I hear Don't see the storms are forming Don't see or heed the warning Don't hear the sound of tyrants Surrounded by the silence Columbus and Magellan and De Gama Sailed upon an ocean In a world of ignorance With thoughts so primitive That men were killed With no more will Than that they simply had the notion But in this world of heartless men This thing they never did Don't hear it Don't hear it Don't hear it-acap