Do you hear the waves? The waves are calling us To refuge or to ruin Look to the future Do you see a light? Leave all that can be spared behind Salt
Another dawn out here Or so I reckon it must be A slightly paler shade of grey around If not inside of me I stand firm here now At this ship's prow
Grimly I recall a child who greeted life with open arms But this child had to become a man His own crops to sow And 'neath the shade of sanity Their
At the edge of a dream, it seems I walk at the edge of a field I touch the soil Searching for something To the ground I kneel, I feel The presence of
finding anything My pen should be on fire, but it's not igniting Ready for war, I don't know what I'm fighting for Is this wordsmith Worth his salt Or
And no one shall mark the grave of the last man... The chieftain stares into the fire A shadow of a tear upon his face He's not really wise or old,
I am no wise man But I reckon that the Gods of old Bound the secret fire of life Inside this dram of gold Bringing warmth to the cold Helps a human
Dark sails on the horizon The maelstrom will take us down It's a rainy day for the end of the world Yet I see a lighthouse far away, it's winking at
down these rats will panic The weight of the world proved much too tough Just dragging myself along was more than enough But remember my words like marks from a whip This old salt
