Sons And Daughters in The Decemberists

When we arrive sons and daugthers
We'll make our homes on the water
We'll build our walls aluminum
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now

These currents pull us 'cross the border
Steady your boats arms to shoulder
'til tidal pull
Making this cold harbour now home

Take up your arm sons and daughters
We will arise from the bunkers
By land, by sea, by dirigible
We'll leave our tracks untracable now

When we arrive sons and daugthers
We'll make our home on the water
We'll build our walls aluminum
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now

When we arrive sons and daugthers
We'll make our homes on the water
We'll build our walls aluminum
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now

When we arrive sons and daugthers
We'll make our homes on the water
We'll build our walls aluminum
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now

Hear/here all the bombs fade away...