Sit down, sit down on the prow to wave bye
There might not be another star further on the line
We sing
Is that marionette real enough yet to step off of that set
To decide what her hands might be doing
Ruining the play to, in the ensuing melee, escape
We packed up all of our bags
The ship's deck now sags from the weight of our tracks
As we pace beneath flags black and battered
Rattling our swords in service of some (faded/fated) foreign lord
We sail out on orders from him but we find
The maps they sent to us don't mention a lost coastline
Where nothing we've actually seen has been mapped or outlined
And we don't recognize the names upon these signs
Sit down, sit down on the prow to wave bye There might not be another star further on the line
We sing Is that marionette real enough yet to step off of that set To decide what her hands might be doing Ruining the play to, in the ensuing melee, escape
We packed up all of our bags The ship's deck now sags from the weight of our tracks As we pace beneath flags black and battered Rattling our swords in service of some (faded/fated) foreign lord
We sail out on orders from him but we find The maps they sent to us don't mention a lost coastline Where nothing we've actually seen has been mapped or outlined And we don't recognize the names upon these signs