Dark Corners
Out of time
Strap your gun to your side
There's a storm
Brewing
What's a lie
Your dark corner or mine
Who'll be stone
Throwing
Don't look for me
Over ground
I'm digging tunnels
We carved her curves in
To the bone
She leads, we follow
Out of line
Zip your government tight
There's a storm
Brewing
In line of sight
There's nowhere you can stand
Where your head's
Showing
When you’re at sea
Homeward bound
Stay in the cabin
Hear just one word, we'll
Run aground
It's bound to happen
I was sailing
A skerry on the lee
From the wake
A voice
It bound to me
It penetrated deep (I set sailing a skerry on the lee)
I'd broken my own surface
Tie me to the mast (From the wake a voice it bound to me)
Ignore all my protests
(I set sailing a skerry on the lee)
(From the wake a voice it bound to me)
(I set sailing a skerry on the lee)
(From the wake a voice it bound to me)