My Ship Isn't Pretty

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

Through cables black and cold
We carry our intentions to bridge and bring home
Would it all be so clear if the lines were erased
And the silence restored?

Boys of today write lines on walls
In streets at night, in suburbans of cities with no name
Is this destruction or just quiet protests
Against loneliness?

The car go lights in our lamps
The 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

It ondulates on the waves
And crushes the water so we can be safe
It ondulates on the waves
And crushes the water so we can be safe