Caravels Greenland
fathoms we’ve sunk
trenches we’ll wait
among the biting cold
and makeshift home that we’ve made
vessels will rust
sunken we’ll stay
fear not of growing old
else we’ll waste away
turn back the hands of time
(risk but we have to try)
anything for a chance to come alive
to return to what once we had called a life
peel back these hands of mine
(make new what once was dry)
and i’ll make suke i never sleep again
i’ll be the last one to forget
we’re already dead
sold our souls to
pay our debts
take a number
alongside the rest
turn back the hands of time
(risk but we have to try)
anything for a chance to come alive
to return to what once we had called a life
time stops, we don’t breathe a word
shell cracks, reflects the choice we made
floor leaks, the water rises to our throats
pipes burst, we await our fate
with the new weight in our chests
i’ll see you along the bottom
with the new weight in our chests
i’ll see you along the bottom
