In the harbor
The ship had turned to stone
They watched from the belfry
Long bones, and cold and unsound
Their skin drawn tight
Over emaciated forms
When seconds turned to minutes
Turned to hours turned to days
The silence overcame the panic
In the aftermath, there’s nothing left to say
Of fear and doubt, the genuine despair
A symptom of an eternity
With a toothless grin
An old God gave me his name
But I laughed in his face
‘Cause it sounded all the same
His skin drawn tight
As a man whose time has passed
When seconds turned to minutes
Turned to hours turned to days
The silence overcame the panic
In the aftermath, there’s nothing left to say
Of fear and doubt, the genuine despair
They huddled by the church bells
Stayed mute amid the frost
Fifty of them starved and slept
To feed the fifteen more
When seconds turned to minutes
Turned to hours turned to days
The silence overcame the panic
In the aftermath, there’s nothing left to say
Of fear and doubt, the genuine despair
The ship that would take them
Had brought them here before
We patiently waited
In absence of rapport
It swallowed them up
Just as they’d been birthed
We patiently waited
To make anew the earth