Five miles deep underwater
You hear their voices sing
Surely that must be to every man
A most fantastic thing
Five miles deep underwater
You hear them singin
Calling...calling
Put away the harpoon gun
You don't need it anymore
All we have for a memory
Is bones washed on the shore
And it's a most fantastic thing
Tell me how did we get this far
Are we about to lose
Does it come to late we realise
We've lost the chance to choose
Hear then calling...calling
And you will hear them sing
