Dialing in a forgotten voice, Coming in like waves rolling off the coast
Sweeping through illegal ports, Rising from the depths, falling off the tongue
Ships drifting out of tune, Coming in like waves rolling off the coast
Many, many more, sculpting the shoreline, Etching the harbor and the people
stayed afloat
Coming in like waves rolling off the coast
Dialing in a forgotten voice, Rising from the depths, falling off the tongue
Sweeping through illegal ports, Coming in like waves rolling off the coast
Ships drifting out of tune, Can't stop the waves coming like a ghost
Is that your shape, in the foam of the sea
After all these years, coming home to me?
La Chascona, hearts to ocean
Lying in the bath fully clothed
Ready for the ocean's wake,
The tears won't wash away, her eyes can't erase
Not safe to say, in her native tongue
A radio voice drowning out
The general's song lingering on
A raft made of books from a driftwood house
Returns to the waves