The Silver Bodies

Cull the silver bodies from the waves-
Their shimmering lives in your fingers
Call the coral islands from the bay and a mountain will rise
[Hide away, hide away]
Lay the little bones among the reeds
And hide in the light of the ages
Curl the bloody moon around the clouds and pull in the tide
[Hide away, hide away]
And all will be carried away
In the surge and the wash of the waves
To arrive on the shores of the islands
Where the bodies will rise