Secrets Of The Undersea Bell

Every old salt knows a song to sing

When things go wrong, and things go wrong,

They can resurrect men with mighty hymns

Cannot raise the diving bell

With their hands cut open and the line unweaving

Sea swells like the ribcage of lions breathing

They pulled 'til you swore that the rope was bleeding

Ichor poured from the palms of gods and heathens

When their bell dipped down in the stygian deep

And they know many omens are spoken evil

But those poor souls that know that awful feeling

They're dancing like their lantern candles

Every old salt knows a song to sing

When things go wrong, and things go wrong

They can resurrect men with mighty hymns

Cannot raise the diving bell

Cannot raise the diving bell

Cannot raise the diving bell

Well the sanguine sun set on the evening

In the sea like glass that was far too peaceful

Though the line ran tight to the bell beneath it

In heaven is where the devil always hides his secrets

Let me teach you songs that will fare you well

Let me draw you maps through the gates of hell

Who would kill those men on one can tell

The secrets of the diving bell

The secrets of the diving bell

The secrets of the diving bell

Every old salt knows a song to sing

When things go wrong, and things go wrong

They can resurrect men with mighty hymns

Cannot raise the diving bell

Every old salt knows a song to sing

When winds are gone, and winds are gone

You can fill flat sails with the salty strings

Cannot raise the diving bell

Cannot raise the diving bell

Cannot raise the diving bell