My Ship Isn't Pretty - Kings Of Convenience

The telegraph gave us hope

Before was the silence and the panic it brought

The sky was the blankest sheet

We drew lines upon it so our thoughts could meet

through cables black and cold

we carry our intentions to bridge

and bring home

would it all be so clear

if the lines were erased

and the silence restored?

Boys of today write lines on walls

in the streets at night

in suburbans of cities with no name

is this destruction or just quiet protest

against loneliness

the car go lights in our lamps

they’re weight is so heavy

and this is all we know

our message will need a ship

to travel across oceans

that can’t otherwise be crossed

it underplate on the waves

and cautions the water so we can be safe

it underplate on the waves

then cautions the water so we can be safe