When the moon is gibbous
And the light is limpid everywhere
Damn, looks like we've brought another one down
The splintered wood is drifting on the tide
But if we could, the warning in our words would resound
Our intention is not to destroy and to drown
But if we don't sing, we die
I don't know why they come, I don't know why
I don't know why they jump and crash and dive
We tried to flee, where they could never run us to ground
Where there is nought but rock and sea and sky
But we stand out when there's no other music around
When we're not masked by bustle and beautiful crowds
I don't know why they come, I don't know why
He told them:
When the moon is gibbous
And the light is limpid everywhere
Then I must be lashed to the mast
And chained into the Silver Chair
For between the dusk and dawn
My actions will not be my own
It's only right that you be warned
It is not me, I am not there
I may beg and I may plead
And tell you that I must be freed
But, oh, my words, you must not heed
Though sweetly they may grace the air
I may tell you that I'm strong
It doesn't have to be for long
One moment loose, and I'll be gone
You must not break, you must not dare
Don't you know
Know that I can never
Never run and never leave behind
My poisoned mind
So here we are, concealed in plain sight
Hiding in crowds
Consumed by guilt
And riding it in waves
And craving quiet
But sirens cannot silence their cry
For if we don't sing, we die
I don't know why they come