We saw you from the ocean's side, from under the boat

We saw you making knots, we saw you get the rope

The boy's appearing on the deck and making it lurch

And the bubble of your interests ready to burst.

He whistles and he runs.

We saw you in distraction a sleeping, slow despair

Rehearsing interaction, he wasn't even there

A creature is a creature - though you wish you were the wind

A boat will not stop moving if you tie him up until the end.

He whistles and he runs so hold him fast

Breathe the burn, you want to let it last

He might succumb to what you haven't seen

He has a keen eye for what you used to be.

When the cadaverous mob

Saves its doors for the dead men

You cannot leave.