The silver storms that lie ahead Will soon be rattling your windows As fishermen, we will ascend And follow wherever the wind blows We're all sinking with the ship We're all sinking with the ship We all taste the salt water on our lips And we are all sinking with the ship When will we feel free to say We're not attached to a nation? I'm waiting still this very day For something to shake that foundation We're all sinking with the ship We're all sinking with the ship We all taste the salt water on our lips And we are all sinking with the ship