Hanging on a sinking ship
Are these aches worth it?
Feel the level take its rise
The water breaks the shape
Among themselves and their wealth, endless help
Down, around at sea level
It goes 'round and around
Deep beneath the skin of the ground
A place you hope can be found,
With bunyips running around
Leave your marks in the dust
Below the surface of time
It goes 'round and around
From your voice to my voice
It gets loud, it gets loud
'Round and 'round it goes forever
Changing patterns like the weather
Never mind, what does it matter?
One's true voice is overwritten
By indifferent repetition
Turning chairs and pushing buttons
All about them, forget the others
Things like this means we don't listen
Rejoicing in pure hedonism
Ending up with black-eyed vision
Dancing around the open table
They're all too scared and so unable
A forum thread of thoughtful threats
And thankless thieving, thinking of you
WRITERS
Ciaran Heraghty, Declan Heraghty, Dylan Wallace, Beniamino Lopes