Dockside Waltz

Dockside Waltz

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There's a blanket of mystery over this town

The bright side will always hold memory down

But deep underground where the rats are at play

The soul of the city will stay

When our cold, urban bodies decay.

They'll still hear the fog horns when decades have passed

The ship stays afloat when the crew breathes its last

There'll be fire in the engine rooms, blood on the waves

The roots of our history won't fray

When our bodies are all washed away.

There's a cool understanding from centuries past

The air on the dark side turns treasure to dust

Haunted by driftwood and crossed by the plague

The calm in our hearts will be saved

When the crossfire spills blood on the waves.

While the blanket of mystery still hangs on the waves

We can crawl underneath and pretend we're afraid

But deep underground in the sewer rat's cave

Our passions are kissed with the plague

And our curses are all washed away.