My Ship Isn't Pretty

	  		
(Bm7 Dmaj7 Em)  Whole song



The telegraph gave us hope 
Before was the silence and the panic it brought 
The sky was the blankest sheet 
We drew lines upon it 
so our thoughts could meet 
through cables black and cold 
we carry our intentions to bridge 
and bring home 
would it all be so clear 
if the lines were erased 
and the silence restored? 

Boys of today write lines on walls 
in the streets at night 
in suburbs of cities with no name 
is this destruction or just quiet protest 
against loneliness 

the cargo lies in our laps 
they're weight is so heavy 
and this is all we know 
our message will need a ship 
to travel across oceans 
that can't otherwise be crossed 

it undulates on the waves 
and cautions the water so we can be safe 
it undulates on the waves 
then cautions the water so we can be safe