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