 
On the sun-deck, a lord looks at the foam 
Drinks champagne, eats Belouga, the night's long 
It's quiet, icebergs pass along 
There's no wind, says a lady, but it's cold 
On the below-deck, the people dream of something 
From tables lit by white candles 
What are you doing here? I am lost, says a boy 
I can't sleep, says the other, it's so warm 
Slowly, with a sigh, the fickelness of fate 
Ripped open the hull, tearing it patiently 
Ice blade cleaves the iron, it's time to drown our sins 
In a delicate screeching, iron tears 
The sun-deck shivers, the below-deck screams 
Water is gushing up without invitation 
Swallowing up mouths, swallowing up noses 
And the dreams and the candles, we should have eaten when it was warm 
Tonight there's no wind, the ocean is calm and quiet 
It's waiting, waiting, catching its breath 
It's true it could rain 
But quietly the sea is waiting for its children 
The howling sea 
Do you hear? 
I hear nothing 
Save our souls, save our souls, help us Marconi, help us 
I'm gonna swim straight ahead 
Row, Mc Cawley, row 
Mayday, mayday, mayday 
The below-deck is floaded, the machine have stopped 
And the lord, slightly troubled, slowly swallows the finest Calvados 
Save our souls 
Pray for my bones
| 1 | Soul Sloshing | 
| 2 | Hummingbirds | 
| 3 | Pink Champagne | 
| 4 | Bella Luna | 
| 5 | Sonic Boom | 
| 6 | Montana |