The sea must go somewhere;
It snarls in these caves
Blackened by its foam —
All that's left of a reaction.
It snarls in these caves
Blackened by its foam —
All that's left of a reaction.
The sound of water on rock
Is not the voice of the sea
Nor the mouth of the stone,
But it will have to do —
Is not the voice of the sea
Nor the mouth of the stone,
But it will have to do —
Wasted violence turned back and smoothed
Must be the answer to every question.
Must be the answer to every question.