Will the rose in all their learning 

Turning brightness to day



Spur the horns of discerning 

Scout the world along the way



And in their firm terms of warning 

They return to the sea 



And at the first sign of morning 

They beat on his disease



So they wail 

As their lies warn them



Not to fail in the harness 

Not to fall at the shore



They are lost where the robe is 

Sailors on southern more



And though they wail with the bonemen 

Farther there somewhere inside 



It doesn't show nights are warning 

Beggars change so you'll burn 



So they go 

There's no way through there to show 

In bar ways under



Not to fail in the harness 

Not to rage at the shore 



Not to rail in the darkness 

When surrounded by roar 



When to know there's a river 

Some of them walk 

Some of them fall 



In the wars they 

(Fade)