Down by the harbourside    A boat is fastened by a length of rope.    It was a perfect match,    Dreaming of escape,    Feeling almost detached.    Look beneath the waves -    The seabirds diving down into black water.       The morning bells begin,    Schoolchildren chant and spin.    A length of rope    Below a hanging tree,    Like cruel secrets some of us turn out to be.       Should our love increase,    We are all released like statues from marble.       While in a prison yard,    They're taking turns to guard    A length of rope.    Are you too weak to fight?    Picking up a thread and then stretching it tight.       Look beneath the waves -    The seabirds diving down into black water.    Still our love increased,    We are all released like statues from marble.