We Who Fell In Love With The Sea

I shall retrace my steps

To cover up my tracks

To conceal my taste for treason

To detach you from me

And the hatred offered by a fathers heart

Will always keep brothers apart

We are tranquil and benevolent

We dont like noisy surprises

We stay on the move for stillness brings death

And slowness brings fear

We men of cold politeness

Shall never melt into that kindness of yours

No matter how we try you say

"Why weep over what?"

We say, "Weep until the weepings done"

And we shall weep for another day

For what binds us to our grief

Binds the sculptor to his clay

For what binds us to our grief

Binds the sculptor to his clay

We are the most alive the most rootless

With whips and chains we cross the ruins of Europe

And from time to time trapped in reflections

We feel theres no place no home for us

But this land

This land is mine

This land is yours

You only suffer as long as you want to

Men like us do not let each other drown

We share the sweetest black bread that delicate grain of scorn

No God, no master, no master slave

I no longer serve you

Nor your palace of flesh

When loneliness spreads out between our sheets

Our sacrifice is a knife

At the throat of time

But we shall cut it up some other day

For what binds us to our grief

Binds the sculptor to his clay

For what binds us to our grief

Binds the sculptor to his clay

In life, in love, in longing

I know I deserted like you

Without wealth

Without property without official title or office