in this hour of loneliness,
You might cast your spirit free,
let it ride and let it flow
You might find your destiny,
you might find it safe and well
Land of Eternity, Land of the Low,
I'm a bummy shape of fool,
Let the waters lead the way,
river sticks and river stones
Tickets for a distant shore
See the fire in their eyes
Hear they never make a sound
Since they're born in shadow
Destination, sway the twilight
born from tears of the grieving
Roads are awful and so are souls
While still parted throats,
I've nev er felt more alive
I'm upon this ship of fools,
I'll linger in your bones.
There's no fire in your eyes,
as island and cold as stone. you