Calling

Five miles deep underwater
You hear their voices sing
Surely that must be to every man
A most fantastic thing

Five miles deep underwater
You hear them singin

Calling...calling
Put away the harpoon gun
You don't need it anymore
All we have for a memory
Is bones washed on the shore

And it's a most fantastic thing

Tell me how did we get this far
Are we about to lose
Does it come to late we realise
We've lost the chance to choose

Hear then calling...calling

And you will hear them sing