I heard your moon burns bright, your coast pristine
These waters are outlaw to this decree
Captain says 'our stained glass depicts what your totems resist'
Somehow I still suspect this animism contradicts these angular prisms
We are praying for you
Lord knows that we
We have the technology to leave behind this Desolation Sound
Your petroglyphs are fading now
These guns are no defence against this island's pretense
My bones are cold and wet, I'm shuddering again
Again and again
Where's my mother?
We are praying for you
Lord knows that we
We have the technology to leave behind this Desolation Sound
Your petroglyphs are fading now
Fading now
Your elders are laughing as I sit
Uninvited on the inlet
They are smoking us out
Smoking us out again, your petroglyphs are fading
We are praying for you
Lord knows that we
We have the technology to leave behind this Desolation Sound
Your petroglyphs are fading now