We all were told how to escape from the water in the Gulf But we couldn't save anyone's family So we tried, then gave up, 'cause the sage was not wrong But we tried so damn thumb-in-a-damly [or don't-breach/give-a-damly?] What makes a person so poisonous righteous That they'd think less of anyone who just disagreed? They are just scientists, we are just optimists If we said they were crazy, would they leave us at sea? Fighters for safe retreat, fighters for racing Fighters for all the souls in the basin Don't tell us we can't fight, just 'cause you know you're right Your history seems to agree that heroes fight through the sea. So we ran and we watched as the water lapped at the hills And we learned so much more from our sortie. Will we sail? Will we fail? Were the questions unasked. Will we die for the sake of the forty? What could we say... we still don't understand the world? The tsunami of knowledge through which we have been hurled. Our kind of life makes such ravages unthinkable We like to build castles, take swims and feed squirrels… Fighters for prudent plans, fighters for racing Fighters for all the souls in the basin Don't tell us we can't fight just 'cause you know you're right Your history seems to agree that heroes fight through the sea That one would fight all for three We are just simpletons, they are just naysayers. That's where the beach was, that's where the sea... What could we say... we still don't understand the world? And history seems to agree that heroes fight through the sea That one would risk all for three Is that how it always will be?
Posted on 2013-07-21 23:14 by Angelastic.