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