The Lighthouse And The Hourglass Lyrics & Chords By Musée Mécanique

There are many more of us
Scattered sails among the gusts
Coursing ‘cross these haunted tides
With a reason and a guess.
Maybe ours is not of hope —
Maybe our fates lead astray —
For the spell has once been cast,
and once it takes,
We only gather ‘round the light and fire the hourglasses make.
There are stills beneath our beds
Stoked by branches of our fallen family trees
There is comfort dressed in casket clothes
And a bottle embalms us as we go.
Well there comes a time to raise
A flag we've managed for so long
That is hidden in the waves among the graves of mariners' children
Who mistook the ocean's way.
There's a lighthouse by the bay
Where our ships and faiths are safe
And with every fading flash
Another wave has crashed
And every grain of sand is sifting through the hourglass.
There are lines meant to cross
There are burdens meant to stand
There are curses that the follies of our great grandfathers and their wives
Have cast upon our lives.