When we arrive Sons & daughters Well make our homes on the water Well build our walls aluminum Well fill our lives with cinnamon now
These currents pull us cross the border Steady your boats Arms to shoulder till tides are pulled Hold our grounds Making this cold harbor now home
Take up your arm Sons and daughters We will arise from the bunkers By land, by sea, by dirrigible Well leave our tracks untraceable now
When arrive Sons and daughters Well make our lives on the water Well build our walls aluminum Well fill our mouths cinnamon
When we arrive Sons and daughters Well make our homes on the water Well build our walls aluminum Well fill our mouths cinnamon (when we arrive sons and daughters Well make our homes underwater When we build our walls of aluminum Well fill our mouths with cinnamon)
Here all the bombs fade away Here all the bombs fade away Here all the bombs fade away Here all the bombs fade away