In the harbor The ship had turned to stone They watched from the belfry Long bones, and cold and unsound Their skin drawn tight Over emaciated forms When seconds turned to minutes Turned to hours turned to days The silence overcame the panic In the aftermath, there’s nothing left to say Of fear and doubt, the genuine despair A symptom of an eternity With a toothless grin An old God gave me his name But I laughed in his face ‘Cause it sounded all the same His skin drawn tight As a man whose time has passed When seconds turned to minutes Turned to hours turned to days The silence overcame the panic In the aftermath, there’s nothing left to say Of fear and doubt, the genuine despair They huddled by the church bells Stayed mute amid the frost Fifty of them starved and slept To feed the fifteen more When seconds turned to minutes Turned to hours turned to days The silence overcame the panic In the aftermath, there’s nothing left to say Of fear and doubt, the genuine despair The ship that would take them Had brought them here before We patiently waited In absence of rapport It swallowed them up Just as they’d been birthed We patiently waited To make anew the earth