Rope

Down by the harborside A boat is fastened by a length of rope It was a perfect match Dreaming of escape Feeling almost detached Look beneath the waves The seabirds diving down into black water The morning bells begin Schoolchildren chant and spin A length of rope Below a hanging tree Like cruel secrets some of us turn out to be Should our love increase We are all released like statues from marble While in a prison yard They're taking turns to guard A length of rope Are you too weak to fight? Picking up a thread and then stretching it tight Look beneath the waves The seabirds diving down into black water Still our love increased We are all released like statues from marble