we go to meet
the losing side
nowhere to hide
the river's fleet
time has in tow
all our desire
so tell the choir
how much you know
out from the port
no ship departs
the while our hearts
each hope distorts
choices are made
visions described
policemen bribed
that is the trade
so when we learn
just how to speak
in the antique
manner you yearn
to see us grasp
all of your pride
held well inside
falls from your grasp
what is said true
within these walls
nobody calls
honest or new
nothing but old
rumours and lies
that we despise
pass here for gold
