Cursive - Tall Tales, Telltales Lyrics
now and again you’ll remember the soundof the sails waving helplessthe cables wrapping one another into knots so strongyou’re lost at once if not tossed into the drink and lost beneatha substance so dark yet elementaryfour winds converge upon a point where your compassspirals round in useless motions mocking everythingwhile bilge collectsyour cupped hands attempt to shovel out the last few inchesand you plead with the gods but they send you no signhold on sailor, hold on brother,steady the vesselhold on sailor,steady the vesselsteady the vesseltall tales of ghosts at sailthey spend the afterlifein futile calculation, dead reckoningtelltales confuse the sails, direction is lostthe winds will spiral round a listless tapestryand you’re left all alone under the shine of the moonhold on sailor, tighten the cablessteady the vesselit’s a good life if you don’t weakenit’s a good life if you don’t weaken(hold on, hold on)