The guilt they feel for killing that whale
Her chimney's afire
Her eyes

The ire

And with Bible leaf

She fuels her own fire
Her eyes
The ire, the ire


And with that sin
Sinking into their skin

The sin now a slick on the sea

Now she's bound to the land

By the lance of a man
And her fire's trapped in the street lights


Oh no
What you've gone and done with a life
Now she's bound to the land

By the lance of a man
And her fire's trapped in the street lights