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 suburbs of cities with no name

is this destruction or just quiet protest
against loneliness


the cargo lies in our laps
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 undulates on the waves
and cautions the water so we can be safe

it undulates on the waves
then cautions the water so we can be safe!