See the sun set on our longing
to invade a distant shore.
See the dimming of desire
to go sailing off to war.
Harbored safely and securely,
anchors lowered close to town,
we will speak no more of killing,
and with families settle down.
Though the noble masts jut proudly
in the darkened twilight sky,
Hear the cannon’s silence softly
Sing a sailor’s lullaby
See the sails tied to the rigging?
They’ll no longer catch the breeze.
And there’s no more pipe and jigging
On the rolling, dancing seas
And the whales will give birth again
to calves beneath the moon,
fearing nothing from the surface
be it net or sharp harpoon.
And the lighthouse keepers
get to leave their cold and noisy
towers,
for there’ll be no more ships coming
in the darkest morning hours.
And violent storms that claimed
the lives of those who’ve gone before
will have no plunder for their crimes
that leave this happy shore.
So weep no more, my lovely bride
The tide is standing still.
And I’ll face the sunset with you
Til it sinks beneath the hill.
Beyond Panic 