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

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