Down by the harbourside 

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.