| We have spent rudderless nights waking up on a sail of regret | |
| Sheets set up upon the bed and angled to the west | |
| Dipped our fingers in the oh-ho! the waters it was wet | |
| Dampness cinching salty curls around the napes of our necks | |
| Punctured by the compass needless riled with certainty | |
| The rescue boats are useless when none of us can agree | |
| Hear the briny call, the ocean's gusty gnashing of her teeth | |
| Breakin' up the pretty cups and taking what she needs | |
| There's a knocking on the hull, you hear it? | |
| There's bones a-rattlin' under us | |
| We set out without the smarts to fear it | |
| With ignorance and gutless trust | |
| Tell me once again if everything is as it seems | |
| If things are getting better, what's that crashing down the street? | |
| The wind you say, the storm that came, remember our retreat? | |
| And darker days might come and stay and signal our defeat | |
| If drug up from the mock | |
| I reel in what | |
| I hope will be | |
| A trove of golden apples from the golden apple tree | |
| Flush with fertile seeds | |
| I give them all away for free | |
| For this our people should be known throughout all history | |
| But from here we crouch and watch the plunder | |
| Of the world we built with sweat and love | |
| Why were you not built for wonder? | |
| Why will you never get enough? | |
| You say when you landed you could tell | |
| That your conquest would go well | |
| Though you wet yourself with fear | |
| You were sure your god was near |