Navigator - Her Name is Calla

In the belly of a bird, I traveled across the sea;

Nothing sounded more peaceful,

Than the white noise of saltwater.

To every bird his song,

To every man his wrong

I made you a promise, I would come back;

A hypocrite holds her words.

As wrong as I was, and as good as you were,

It’s still not enough

To every bird his song,

To every man his wrong

Choke on words.