The children of this cold coast Are throwing themselves off cliffs We know that they don´t want to But memory insists Memories of water
Fantasies of fins So be off baby seal Swim little fish Under mackerel sun, you´re unnatural Oh how, how do they breathe? And whales hear whales When love comes down there But also from miles Hear pain and their fear Pinned by the water pins Stuck by the ships Mild, the bay seems Mild in the mist Under mackerel sun, you´re unnatural Oh how, how do they breathe? On days when the bay breaks And gales gut the shore They come up from the water´s edge
And they appear young no more White haired, widowed And what they would have been Children at eternal play Angels of the bowling green
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