Floating in the cold water
The ghosts of sorrow haunt the deep
Reaching down to drag the ruins
And roam the lone deserted streets
Of an old abandoned temple
Buried in the narrow strait
Off the coast of Tarifa, Spain
Gypsies scatter through the desert
Across the Atlas Mountain range
Hoaring remnants from the devil
From the empire's iron reign
While cluttered down the mouths of rivers
Widowed lovers bathe and clean
Silken scarves embroidered
For their brand new queen
And every time she rises up
The ocean sinks
Her memory drags a drape
Of a thousand angry stings
And like the moon doesn't mind
If the sun doesn't shine
The sea doesn't care if you're lonesome tonight
Like the love that she gives condescendingly tries
In its way to comfort you
Set adrift into her swarm man-o-war
Caught up in her dangling sting off the shore
Of a foreign brown sand beach
As blue as bottles cover you
Many messengers and rebels
Have come and gone without a trace
And many more will come tomorrow
And many more will be erased
'Cause out beyond the docks of Rota
Upon the bottom of the sea
Along the miles of copper cable
From the Gulf of Cadiz
They tap the lines to hear the sounds
That start the songs the rebels sing
And drag a net to seine the bottom
For the purse the bastards bring
And like a lion don't mind if a lamb takes her time
A beast doesn't care if you surrender tonight
'Cause a beast knows she'll get
What she wants in good time
What she wants all in good time
Set adrift into her swarm man-o-war
Caught up in her dangling sting off the shore
Of a foreign brown sand beach
As blue bottles cover you