The night, the time, the gloss has run dry
We might as well be walking away from
This mess of inconsiderate friends.
For the last ten months,
I can’t recall each day.
Is it just the age?
Or is it some sort of moratorium?
Through all this time,
Is the resolve still mine?
At least you believed that
The itch underneath my cast
Was riddled with dust.
At least you believed that
The hotel room was all they had
And sleep was a must.
You said its okay,
And I believed you,
I’ll be reviewing
A few things I believe in.
How will this ship, will this ship set sail?
The wind blows north, we can only regale ourselves
In stories, these stories of passion.
We’re committed to the cause, even though we never left these shores.
Has this ship set sail?
The north plays part in this long winded tale of our stories.
The night, the time, the gloss has run dry
We might as well be walking away from
This mess.
How will this ship, will this ship set sail?
The wind blows north, we can only regale ourselves
In stories, these stories of passion.
We’re committed to the cause, even though we never left these shores.
Has this ship set sail?
The north plays part in this long winded tale of our stories.
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