Στοίχοι: Elvis Costello. Rope.

Down by the harborside
A boat is fastened by a length of rope
It was a perfect match
Dreaming of escape
Feeling almost detached

Look beneath the waves
The seabirds diving down into black water

The morning bells begin
Schoolchildren chant and spin
A length of rope
Below a hanging tree
Like cruel secrets some of us turn out to be

Should our love increase
We are all released like statues from marble

While in a prison yard
They're taking turns to guard
A length of rope
Are you too weak to fight?
Picking up a thread and then stretching it tight

Look beneath the waves
The seabirds diving down into black water

Still our love increased
We are all released like statues from marble