One Of Those Uncertain Hands

we’re close, the lamps are burning blood

on the chance that we’ll survive

to need such a desperate light

my bones shall rise up muskettes

my feet are at the threshold

and disaster warms our soil(x2)

so left with sleighting hands

the boats they’ve pawned for stranding

we will drown them like their anchors(x2)

my bones shall rise up anchors

my feet are at the threshold

and disaster warms our sails