Lossed Over - Cloakroom

Steady in your pace my friend

Troubles abound

The pale moon boils the blood of men

So calm down

Far too much faith given into the curse

It’s like we kept it hanging around

Giving up the chase my friend

Of days you knew when

Why spend the better parts of your life

To find them

Far too much faith given into the cure

Almost like we think we’ll live again

More than once in a while in return you must force a smile

And it’s easy for me

For some centuries now it’s been known that the world is round

Ain’t it hard to believe

Inland beyond the North sages spoke of a sarsen door

At the mouth of the sea

For some centuries now it’s agreed Earth is hollow throughout

And we’re forging a key