Ship Caught In The Bay Paroles

and well make the fuckers pay

and what is it we don't do well enough

that were constantly afraid.

and clearing up the pieces when your gone

but the silence always stays



the silences and formlessness is gone

with the hand that rocked the babe

well forgive each other what is done

there's no one we could blame
and still for all the wisdom that we've got

were suffering the same



Buried in the work what never ends

And silently we fade..

And we walk on.. on..