You are rare to breach the sea
An ostracised colossus, mistaking
Dry land for relief
Two involuntary organs
Asphyxiate beneath their weight
Two involuntary organs
Two involuntary organs
Blow! Lo! Blow
The general has burnt our boats
He is stiffening our resolve
He is narrowing our berth
Blow! Low blow
You had a bird in the hand
You had bleached ribs on a beach
We had a hand in this
We couldn't beat a retreat
The body remembers
The body remembers
We called, and heard only ourselves
And then nothing, nor anyone
Geographies flattened and dissolved
We resolved: here be dragons
Blow! Lo! Blow
The general has burnt our boats
He is stiffening our resolve
He is narrowing our berth
Blow! Low blow
You had a bird in the hand
You had bleached ribs on a beach
You had a hand in this
You had a hand in this
You had a hand in this
You had a hand in this