Sons & Daughters
The Decemberists
When we arrive sons and daugthers
We'll make our homes on the water
We'll build our walls aluminum
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now
These currents pull us 'cross the border
Steady your boats arms to shoulder
'til tidal pull
Making this cold harbour now home
Take up your arm sons and daughters
We will arise from the bunkers
By land, by sea, by dirigible
We'll leave our tracks untracable now
When we arrive sons and daugthers
We'll make our home on the water
We'll build our walls aluminum
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now
When we arrive sons and daugthers
We'll make our homes on the water
We'll build our walls aluminum
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now
When we arrive sons and daugthers
We'll make our homes on the water
We'll build our walls aluminum
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now
Hear/here all the bombs fade away...
