A hungry heart

to regulate their breathing

one more night

the Winter Boys are freezing in their spam tin

the Baltic moon

along the Northern seaboard

and down below

the Winter Boys are waiting for the storm



bye-bye Empire, Empire bye-bye

shallow water - channel and tide



and I can trace my history

down the generations to my home

in one of our submarines



the red light flicker, sonar weak

air valves hissing open

half her pressure blown away

flounder in the ocean

see the Winter Boys -

drinking heavy water from a stone



bye-bye Empire, Empire bye-bye

shallow water - channel and tide

bye-bye Empire, Empire bye-bye

tired illusions drown in the night



and I can trace my history

down one generations to my home

in one of our submarines



one of our submarines is missing tonight

seems she ran aground on manoeuvres

one of our submarines