Eamon McGrath - Canadian Shield Lyrics
As a straight line heading north-west echoes nowhereA few marks on the dashboard of disasterSome names glitter on the glitter, clouds caught in thin airGo ahead, try living happy every afterThe cold meets against the coast, steal miller's daughterRaised against the backhand of the northOrder up a round, I'll have anotherOh, labor will have us anyway on all foursThere's no man to dig a hole without forgivenessUnless it's near where fortune comes to cryCurl up beneath the stars and those resting on the barsCome talk to me begging a ripple drowned and highCan't you see the darkness beside your sons?The teeth are grinding up somewhere the dead grassChewing all the rusted hopefulness of optionsA thousand times as wild as roger's pathThere's no man to dig a hole without forgivenessUnless it's near where fortune comes to cryFlags will rise against you, you'll stay still on the surfaceMaybe here's a place where fortune comes to dieHere's a place where fortune comes to die