
Net Float
[Verse 1: Cutthroat Lagos male rock lead, sharp and loud] Fog on the quay and a knife for the twine Net needs a mend before morning can shine Buoy with my mark went missing last week Rival boat grins with a paint that looks weak I see my letter under somebody paint Same old scar where the rope left a dent I do not shout and I do not throw hands I wait for the fog where the water still stands [Pre-Chorus: Cutthroat Lagos male rock lead, low then loud] I could start a war on the wet wooden dock I choose the fog and a quieter clock [Chorus: Cutthroat Lagos male rock lead, belted, full chest] Mark the float, bring my buoy back home Fog is a cover and the quay is a poem Steal if you want, I will still take it back Mark the float, bring my buoy back home [Verse 2: Cutthroat Lagos male rock lead, buoy knock, wood knocks wood once in the fog, then guitars cut in as the true mark floats home] Knock of the wood as I trade in the mist Guitars cut through like a harbor fist My buoy rides home on a quiet short line Theirs gets a blank that still looks like fine Nobody bleeds and the fleet still leaves Justice can move without tearing the sleeves Lagos night tide and a mend in my grip Float means the mark that still owns the trip [Chorus: Cutthroat Lagos male rock lead, belted, full chest] Mark the float, bring my buoy back home Fog is a cover and the quay is a poem Steal if you want, I will still take it back Mark the float, bring my buoy back home [Bridge: Cutthroat Lagos male rock lead, counting knots] One for the steal and two for the swap Three for the fog that refused to stop Four for the fleet that still needs the net Five for the mark I refuse to drop [Verse 3: Cutthroat Lagos male rock lead, full force] I mend for the boats that still feed this side I do not need theater to settle my pride Buoy is a tool and a name in the chop I took what was mine and I let the fight drop Harbor steam and a net full of holes Mark means more than a paint that controls Mark means the float finds the owner again Mark means the fog was a friend not a chain [Chorus: Cutthroat Lagos male rock lead, belted, full chest] Mark the float, bring my buoy back home Fog is a cover and the quay is a poem Steal if you want, I will still take it back Mark the float, bring my buoy back home [Outro: Cutthroat Lagos male rock lead, loud, the last buoy knock rings out and fades] Mark the float Bring my buoy Back home [End]

