When the ship runs ashore the sea has spoken When you’re down to the core the book is broken When the tree grows your ears shall be full Spilling out all the green envy like wool Over the hills and down to the sea Singing your name back to the city Whose walls they do tower and their cobbled streets Constantly echo with the sound of your feet And down to the ships which rumble and grown I stumble and mumble of loosing my home And stare at the greying blue of the sea And wait for its vastness to quickly consume me