The twelve raise their tin horns Into the wake of dawn But as the tides rise they realize The march has long gone home And the lonely melody tunes again To the consonance of the wind And the lonely melody tunes again..
As we die, the sun and earth do cry Will the stars remain if you and I Leave earth like leaves on the wind? Like waves in the brine Tin horns make us sleep We never wanted to stay We never wanted to...
As we die, the sun and earth do cry Will the stars remain if you and I Leave earth like leaves on the wind? Like waves in the brine Tin horns make us sleep..
The twelve raise their tin horns Into the wake of dawn But as the tides rise they realize The march has long gone home And the lonely melody tunes again...