|
When we arrive |
|
Sons & daughters |
|
We'll make our homes on the water |
|
We'll build our walls aluminum |
|
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now |
|
|
|
These currents pull us 'cross the border |
|
Steady your boats |
|
Arms to shoulder |
|
'till tides will pull |
|
our hull aground |
|
Making this cold harbour now home |
|
|
|
Take up your arm |
|
Sons and daughters |
|
We will arise from the bunkers |
|
By land, by sea, by dirigible |
|
We'll leave our tracks untraceable now |
|
|
|
When we arrive |
|
Sons and daughters |
|
We'll make our homes on the water |
|
We'll build our walls aluminum |
|
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now |
|
(We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now) |
|
|
|
When we arrive |
|
Sons and daughters |
|
We'll make our homes on the water |
|
We'll build our walls aluminum |
|
(Sons and daughters) |
|
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon |
|
(We'll make our homes on the water) |
|
We'll make our homes on the water |
|
(When we build our walls of aluminum) |
|
(We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon) |
|
|
|
Here all the bonds they fade away (x20) |
