We saw you from the urchins's side, from under the boat We saw you making knots, we saw you get the rope The boy appearing on the deck and making it lurch And the bubble of your interest 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 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 its doors for the dead men You cannot leave You cannot leave You cannot leave
