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Raise The Sails (Dead Meadow)

As sun loving things slip into sleep beneath the light of the moon the rust and the rot slowly creep from pools of murky gloom As the morning light shines upon them How easily I can see beyond them Loves comes dripping off the trees In the wispers of wind blown leaves The light never goes dim It's the state we're in We'll sink into the sea Just you and me then that won't even be