Calling کے بول

Five miles deep underwater You hear their voices sing Surely that must be to every man A most fantastic thing Five miles deep underwater You hear them singin Calling...calling Put away the harpoon gun You don't need it anymore All we have for a memory Is bones washed on the shore And it's a most fantastic thing Tell me how did we get this far Are we about to lose Does it come to late we realise We've lost the chance to choose Hear then calling...calling And you will hear them sing