...Or Are They Just Our Mooring Lyrics

This here stone came up from below
He must know the most about the ocean beneath us

Listen here, to the deep and lonely tone from ancient time
The note, I know is bound to outlive us

We'll tune our ears as we won't be leaving here
Study the stone, hand me the rope
I'll weave our broken bow again

With bellies full we're kindred souls, the rock and the fools
Death, the ground where your island began