I built a ship,
as weak as can be,
but strong enough to sail,
your salt filled sea.
And you let your waters,
drift me away,
now i’ll never get home,
at least not today.
I see the light
in the distance,
guiding me,
in the silence,
and the night takes souls,
but the light brings peace,
this light helps the dark,
come to cease.
as weak as can be,
but strong enough to sail,
your salt filled sea.
And you let your waters,
drift me away,
now i’ll never get home,
at least not today.
I see the light
in the distance,
guiding me,
in the silence,
and the night takes souls,
but the light brings peace,
this light helps the dark,
come to cease.
because it looks like an angel
and it walks with the night,
but it sings with me,
Until everything’s alright
My ship bringsworry,
and sorrow for stock,
and it’s all that I’ve known,
it’s all that I’ve got.
With a small hesitation,
and a sense of the wind,
I’ll let this apparition,
take all that’s within.
because it looks like an angel
and it walks with the night,
but it sings with me,
Until everything’s alright
I’ve screamed for days,
and I stumble upon it now,
and my ship made it,
all this way somehow.
From battering rocks,
and hitting sand beds,
I swore I’d never find you,
now I’m over my
head .
and it walks with the night,
but it sings with me,
Until everything’s alright
My ship bringsworry,
and sorrow for stock,
and it’s all that I’ve known,
it’s all that I’ve got.
With a small hesitation,
and a sense of the wind,
I’ll let this apparition,
take all that’s within.
because it looks like an angel
and it walks with the night,
but it sings with me,
Until everything’s alright
I’ve screamed for days,
and I stumble upon it now,
and my ship made it,
all this way somehow.
From battering rocks,
and hitting sand beds,
I swore I’d never find you,
now I’m over my
head .
because you look like an angel
and you walk with the night,
and you sing with me,
Until everything’s alright .
and you walk with the night,
and you sing with me,
Until everything’s alright .
© 2010 The Still Air
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