He sees the moon reflect

Off the shiney steel

And though it's high above

It looks so real



Ships in the bay give birth

To smaller wooden fish

And when they reach the shore

They look so real



Another season gone

And many more will come

If you accept this now

All will change



They look up to the sky

Thinking of the days

Before their worlds clashed

They looked so real



Time to run and tell the others

Dressed in steel they're on our island



He asks the elders now

To speak his native tongue

He needs to hear the words

They remember none



Ships in the bay return

Create a whole new race

And though they are not gods

They look so real



Time to run and tell the others

On the other side of our island

Time to run

On the other side