My ship isn't pretty
The telegraph gave us hopeBefore was the silence and the panic it broughtThe sky was the blankest sheetWe drew lines upon itso our thoughts could meetthrough cables black and coldwe carry our intentions to bridgeand bring homewould it all be so clearif the lines were erasedand the silence restored?
Boys of today write lines on wallsin the streets at nightin suburbs of cities with no nameis this destruction or just quiet protestagainst loneliness
the cargo lies in our lapsthey're weight is so heavyand this is all we knowour message will need a shipto travel across oceansthat can't otherwise be crossed
it undulates on the wavesand cautions the water so we can be safeit undulates on the wavesthen cautions the water so we can be safe