Evolución (5) Charlie Darwin, de The Low Anthem

Set the sails I feel the winds a'stirring / Towards the bright horizon set the way / Cast your reckless dreams upon our Mayflower / Haven from the world and her decay / Who could heed the words of Charlie Darwin / Fighting for a system built to fail / Spooning water from the broken vessels / As far as I can see there is no land / Oh my God, the water's all around us Oh my God, it's all around 

Who could heed the words of Charlie Darwin / Lords of war just profit from decay / And trade the children's promise for the jingle / The way we trade our hard earned time for pay / Oh my God, the water's cold and shapeless Oh my God, it's all around Oh my God, life is cold and formless Oh my God, it's all around