We saw you from the ocean's side, from under the boat   We saw you making knots, we saw you get the rope   The boy's appearing on the deck and making it lurch   And the bubble of your interest's 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 a creature though you wish you were the wind   And the boat will not stop moving if you tie him up until the end      He whistles and he runs, so hold him fast   Breathe 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 mob saves it's doors   For the dead men, you cannot leave   When the cadaverous mob saves it's doors   For the dead men, you cannot leave      When the cadaverous mob saves it's doors   For the dead men, you cannot leave