Names
...Or Are They Just Our Mooring
This here stone came up from below He must know the most about the ocean beneath us Listen here, to the deep and lonely tone from ancient time The note, I know is bound to outlive us We'll tune our ears as we won't be leaving here Study the stone, hand me the rope I'll weave our broken bow again With bellies full we're kindred souls, the rock and the fools Death, the ground where your island began
From Letras Mania