As a straight line heading north-west echoes nowhere
A few marks on the dashboard of disaster
Some names glitter on the glitter, clouds caught in thin air
Go ahead, try living happy every after
The cold meets against the coast, steal miller's daughter
Raised against the backhand of the north
Order up a round, I'll have another
Oh, labor will have us anyway on all fours
There's no man to dig a hole without forgiveness
Unless it's near where fortune comes to cry
Curl up beneath the stars and those resting on the bars
Come talk to me begging a ripple drowned and high
Can't you see the darkness beside your sons?
The teeth are grinding up somewhere the dead grass
Chewing all the rusted hopefulness of options
A thousand times as wild as roger's path
There's no man to dig a hole without forgiveness
Unless it's near where fortune comes to cry
Flags will rise against you, you'll stay still on the surface
Maybe here's a place where fortune comes to die
Here's a place where fortune comes to die