Spittal Song


The picked dry bones of a maverick sailor
The still red heart of a pirates bride
Cold power of a canvas sail
Banks of fog hide my way
Across an ocean
And a sky thats full of stars
With no compass and no map to guide me home
Where the moon and her sisters are my guide across the dark
And the sunshine is so many hours away

I'm lost on a sea of ancient souls
On a journey to this space
And all these days just to be with you
All these lifetimes lead to this place

And the cry of the crow
Like a sign that this journey comes to an end
There's a harbour in a distance, full of mariners and whores
But these days are so much better than before

I'm lost on a sea of ancient souls
On a journey to this space
And all these days just to be with you
All these lifetimes lead to this place

If theres no blood and pain
Then it cant be love
If it don't burn your eyes
Then it can't be the sun above
I've been searching on a sea of ancient souls

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