Stella - The harbour

Safe in his cabin, down at the harbour
We are in ours, it is smaller now
The smallest since we were little
When we slept in the parlour
Each night I'm tired as a ship sails in
Something's gone and I cannot conjure the days
We say goodbye for the night
I'm writing it all down in spite
I've got a little spasm in me
My successors will discover, deliberately
Not Austria by the motorways, nor Munich by rail
Down at the harbour
I am tired each night as a ship comes in
We say goodbye for the night
I'm writing it all down in spite
Locked in warmth in the oven deep
Down at the harbour, waiting for sleep