High Seas (Won & Lost)

With strange inhuman grace
He moves into position
Smiling with his ears
As his eyebrows stretch to the conditions

Then with strange inhuman haste
He outlines the position
How the half becames the whole and the
Whole becomes the case for extradition

And lives are won and lost
On the high seas
And every wave will count the cost
Of every man who died
And those still left alive
Will know the truth

Of the facts that bring the shame
That dare not speak its name of its volition
And none quite believes that the case for a reprieve
Brings a suspicion

That lives are won and lost
On the high seas
And every wave will count the cost
Of every man who died
And those still left alive
Will know the truth

That lives are won and lost
On the high seas