Once I let a good friend drown Sleeping on the job as his ship went down Loose lips make no sound Broadcast from a digital lighthouse in a bunker underground When bureaucrats came on the scene The waves and I disguised our treachery with thin masks of serenity But I know I must have heard him scream I guess I must have thought of it as music in a dream Zoned out on an empty quay As the night approached the evening painted impressions on the sea Until moonlight fell on quiet graves and a thousand silver butterflies danced fearless among the waves