Lyrics - Paroles de chansons

We saw you from the urchin' side,
From under the boat
We saw you making knots,
We saw you get the rope,
The boy appearing on the deck and making it lunch
And the bubble of your insterest 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 ad 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
Beathe 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 mobs saves it doors
For the dead men, you cannot leave