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Do You Hear that Old Ship's Song?
We raise the flag, we sway like slurring speech,
we swing like dead men, hanging from a sycamore as our spirits wait below.
We need to know who pulls the strings,
We need to find out how to make ends meet.
Ends to our means, means everything ends how we mean to end.
As the smoke clears out, and the flares sail out,
the sky reflects the sea.
First we're carved from the veins of the trees with roots so deep you can hear your family sing, the sacred hymns, that sang us soft asleep.
Just as your eyes grow older, they cut you down and exploit your deepest secrets, stories of age, spelled out with concentric circles.
We've been circling the Atlantic Ocean, with each day running with a repeat motion, with the only ones I love, my friends, my brothers and me.
All it took was an ultimatum for the few of us to change the present course, but mutiny came and left, and now we're strung up, tied, just to watch the captain laugh.
Ends to our means, means everything
we need to learn becomes the sum of our existence.
Everyone we love, gets swept up with the current.
Whether you choose to sail without the wind, in the end we all sing the same song.
(As the smoke clears out, and the flares sail out,
the sky reflects the sea.)
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All I Can See is an Open Road
Time to settle down.
Who will build our home with little less than a namesake?
So afraid to ask what we already know.
Wake up, your head's not on straight.
Found a path, we should see it through.
Make sure your legs are still moving.
Times are changing fast, we should go with the flow, it's all we know, it's all we know.
I can't tell if I am drowning.
These chords are all we know, just chords that's all.
Content with the day by it's dawn, and unsure of our choices come morning.
These chords are all we know, just chords that's all.
Without foresight, we cyphened off our well.
We drink without the promise of replenishment,
I'll let my cup run over, I will thirst no more.
Without thought for financial gain the notes remain,
this is what matters to me, this is what matters to me, this is what matters to me.
How can we make it through this moment, could it be more than I can take? Hold on, I'll move forward.
We'll never know what could've been, but this alone was enough for me.
How much of this is comfort, how much would we have wanted to be?
This is everything that I ever hoped it would be.
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