We are two mariners, our ships' sole survivors
In this belly of a whale
Its ribs our ceiling beams, its guts our carpeting
I guess we have some time to kill
- The Mariner’s Revenge Song, The Decemberists
In this belly of a whale
Its ribs our ceiling beams, its guts our carpeting
I guess we have some time to kill
- The Mariner’s Revenge Song, The Decemberists
for the deep was closing over me;
seaweed twined about my head
at the roots of the mountains;
I was sinking into a world
whose bars would hold me fast for ever.