Kings of Convenience
My Ship Isn’t Pretty
[Verse 1]
The telegraph gave us hope
Before was the silence and the panic it brought
The sky was the blankest sheet
We drew lines upon it
So our thoughts could meet
[Verse 2]
Through cables black and cold
We carried our intentions to bridge
And bring home
Would it all be so clear
If the lines were erased
And the silence restored?
[Verse 3]
Boys of today write lines on walls
In the streets at night
In suburbs of cities with no name
Is this destruction or just quiet protest
Against loneliness
[Verse 4]
The cargo lies in our laps
Their weight is so heavy
And this is all we know
Our message will need a ship
To travel across oceans
That can't otherwise be crossed
[Outro]
It undulates on the waves
And crushes the water so we can be safe
It undulates on the waves
Then crushes the water so we can be safe