Orion

i've watched ships despairing, for not sea-faring,
weathered men were those aboard,
who lose their bearings as hulls are tearing,
although accustomed to musket and sword.
we've been lost before in saline waters,
led astray by ghosts of the moon.
still, your face so often falters,
like darkness were something new.

chorus
some artifacts we thought were long since gone.
ships decay when out to sea too long.
i say we change direction, and follow the orion.

pupils dilated, discovering blatant
truths revealed in the light of pleiades.
words are tainted and evaporated,
for no guiding torch is lit by the flames of hades.
i've sailed these seas for countless years now,
a wavering hand fails starboard bow.
still, i'd try to swim ashore, if only i knew how.

chorus

bridge
to london's docks, godspeed your sails!
be tempted not by fevered gales.
behold in chests sealed shut with locks,
(this is called the price of gain)
the reason to reside in docks.
(so stay your hand or die in vain)
a relic from your bloodstained past,
(to you it seems more innocent)
before the choice of wheel or mast.
(like an altruist love or an accident)
though light retreats now from the day,
(on crucifix, a raft i lay)
constellations still remain.
(and whisper prayers to wind and waves...)
we'll sail the skyline
and follow those stars back home.