Sun Stones - Excalion

Over

Wide open deep sea

Men toil on the trireme

The stream pulls us astray according

To our sun stones

The sail and the hull are silhouettes

As we consult

The stars and the stones

The captain’s eyes

Are fixed in place

And the course is staying the same

With our charts all full of emptiness

We’re sailing towards nothingness

Not a slightest bit

Keen to admit that we’re

A ship in distress

With our charts all full of emptiness

We’re sailing towards nothingness

Here’s the irony

In all this foolery

We are calling it progress

Is there

After the edge of the earth

An endless fall

We all have heard the stories

But we have closed our ears

As many hands as there are sailors

Are pointing in discord

There’s no clear

Outspoken fear

But it is starting to set in

Somewhere

Beyond the skyline

The ocean comes to an end

We fend

Off the uneasy feeling

That we’re drawing near