Bereaved of new starts
Back at shimmery strands
Vast
Where memory hands me
All of the sins
I've sent for war
All the sins
I've sent for war
I've seen them destroy
Leaving battered old arms
Grieving
"Always hold on"
Numb was the tongue
When sea flit stand
Humming howls of a romance
I've seen this before
Stars
Night carpet has blown
Heard with borrowed moan
Ghosts
Own the tempo of my heart
Own the tempo of my heart
Can't recall past few years
Shore spoke gently
"Yet, I feel"
Trumpets triumph
"Let the yield, be thy throne"
Most quiet
It's been a lonely high
A long time listening