(Oliva/O'Neill/Caffery/Middleton)  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  Don't hear it  Got to keep it underground  Pretend you never heard a sound  If they find it kill it blind it  If they find it kill it blind it  Lord tell me what is to be  Lord tell me what is to be  They whisper and I hear