We're miles past mayday

Sleeping through your fate

All beacons weakening

All signals faint

The waters are too well charted

And tragedy well timed

And every survivor's story

Reeks of alibis

Mayday, mayday

But always a bit too late

Any clear blue morning

Disaster waits

And the captain's warming

To his display case

The best of the bottom-feeders

Bring them back alive

Settlement is the sum

Of self-protecting lies

Mayday, mayday

Inside this idyll of escape

If I die before I wake

Confidential orders keep these branks around your head

No one sings awakening the way we praise the dead

Conscience is a curse, maybe inertia is inbred

No one sings awakening the way we praise the dead

The waters are too well charted

And tragedy well timed

And every survivor's story

Reeks of alibis

Dear friends and enemies

Jettisoned memories

Foundation, family, and praise

All disappear without a trace