We saw you from the urchin's side, from under the boat
  We saw you making knots, we saw you get the rope
  The boy appearing on the deck making it lurch
  And the bubble of your interest ready to burst
  
  He whistles and he runs
  
  We saw you in distraction
  A sleeping slow despair
  Rehearsing interaction
  He wasn't even there
  A creature is a creature
  Though you wish you were the wind
  The boat will not stop moving
  If you tie him up until the end
  
  He whistles and he runs so hold him fast
  Breathe the burn, you want to let it last
  He might succumb to what you haven't seen
  He has a keen eye for what you used to be
  
  When the cadaverous mobs saves its doors for the dead man
  You cannot leave