I have come down unknown paths
To the sand on the shoreline
Like a last man standing at the ends of the earth
I have come here to speak
With the ocean
With the ocean
I do not recognise your currency
Stop the engines
Stop the engines
The silence is seething all around me
The spirits of the dead will live again
The tide slips and flows with the cycles of the sun and the moon
The spirits of the dead will live again
From far across the water like a silvery dawn
The words blew in from the atlantic
“If you lock yourselves in cages of fear you will never taste you freedom”
You will never taste your freedom
You will never taste your freedom”
I do not recognise your currency
Stop the engines
Stop the engines
“Do not look over your shoulder
Hell is just as bad as you imagine it to be
The spirits of the dead will live again
The Spirits of the dead they will live again”
Stop the engines
Stop the engines
Stop the engines
Stop the engines
Words by Mark from “Cactus Farming At The Ends Of The Earth” first published by Miracle Grow 2001.
