The Lost Buoys - Clock Opera

I worshiped at the altar until I could believe

In Mauritius and in Malta until they made us leave

And so we cross the border with promises of change

Dubai, the Cooks, Gibraltar

The answer stays the same

And if I tried to explain

Then you wouldn’t understand

You know we’d do it again

If we ever get the chance

Calling out like a beacon, calling out like a buoy

At the gates of haven we row

Anjouan on to Aruba, sending us to Singapore

At the gates of haven we row

And now we float away from

Those islands we called home

Our Oceania havens to flood, to fail, to foam

And if I tried to explain

Then you wouldn’t understand

You can bury us in blame

But you’ll never get the chance

Calling out like a beacon, calling out like a buoy

At the gates of haven we row

Going back to San Marino, going back to Monaco

At the gates of haven we row

Looking after friends and family

I’m looking out for number one

We took the risk, we’ll take the riches

We don’t care what you think we’ve done

Where’s your reward for being selfless?

What’s your reward for being slow?

We’re going back to San Marino

We’re going back to Monaco