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Swords down, let's finally take stock of this and reason with the monolith Our campfire signals good tides Ocean winds trading off the southern bluff And warning that we're still here to oversee the ragged-run and tiresome gentry who returned today to pillage more with weapons drawn and overcoats flooding onto shore Swords down, throw in your towels and head out to sea Good men are we of charity Let's bargain with ancient whales Setting sail back centuries with peace decrees And pledging our hearts and bones to better homes It's better said than left alone to fester like scurvied gums, with sullied words with weapons drawn the hour before the first mate stirs She weeps for what she's done Six years and a hundred and one fears For now we weep and wail Perhaps this boat should pick it's path and sail Letras de cancionesFor now we weep and wail Perhaps this boat should pick it's path and sail Oceans of tears lapping at the ankles of civility Place your swords at the ankles of civility Swords down, reveal yourselves - the jig is up. This armoury has had enough As blades, spoil our hears may mend and ageing men can kneel upon the soil again Embrace your friends, and ageing men can kneel upon the soil again. From Letras Mania