The Gault - The Shore Becomes The Enemy Тексты

I dreamt. We sailed on
Guards slept.
We sailed on
Clouds wept.
We sailed on
Their dark poo of tears
A blinding well of tears

A strange thing stands where we used to be
A pale hand waves from the edge of the sea
A thousand eyes grow cold upon me
Now the shore is the enemy
The shore becomes the enemy

The night you slouched toward madness
You left me alone
But I kissed the sadness and asked her
To follow you home

She waits for you, frozen
In the amber of sleep
The dreamer: the nightmare
On a treacherous sea

I'll wait for you, frozen
At the edge of the sea
Sewn into the skins of
The enemy
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