We saw you from the urchin's side, from under the boat
We saw you making knots, we saw you get the rope
The boy appearing on the deck making it lurch
And the bubble of your interest ready to burst

He whistles and he runs

We saw you in distraction
A sleeping slow despair
Rehearsing interaction
He wasn't even there
A creature is a creature
Though you wish you were the wind
The boat will not stop moving 
If you tie him up until the end

He whistles and he runs so hold him fast
Breathe the burn, you want to let it last
He might succumb to what you haven't seen
He has a keen eye for what you used to be

When the cadaverous mobs saves its doors for the dead man
You cannot leave