Текст песни On the Death of the Waters - Shearwater

From the wreck of the ark
To the fading day of our star
The light races
The light drags
The moon rises
The moon sags
Over the rolling waves
And your hands on the balcony

As a spine pricks the world
And a shudder deep is unheard
But you feel it
Oh my God
As the spindle flies apart
Turn your bow to the biggest wave
But your angel's on holiday
And that wave rises slowly and breaks