Lyrics
I sit and wait, i sit and wait
Hope the strike finds its way into the lead, i have been here for ten thousand years, bleeding sky
I sit and wait, may the fire and the weight consume us all, bleeding sky
Bleeding sky, for the coming dark
Under the table like a shivering dog, as still as moss at the foot of the hill Wolf, or buried in the mire
watching the fleet as it battles the storm
I am silver and known to court the flash, the fire beetle in the bark
You are too old to hide, always leaving them to toil a minute more
and see the sum of my desire
Hope the strike finds its way into the lead, and if it were to split and fall
Under the table like a shivering dog, watching the fleet as it battles the storm, i sit and wait
I sit and wait, you are too old to hide
bleeding sky
Waiting for a storm to draw me out, i sit and wait, hope the strike finds its way into the lead
hope the strike finds its way into the lead
The fire beetle in the bark, mistle thrushes are wheeling overhead Empty, hope the strike finds its way into the lead
Always leaving them to toil a minute more, i have been here for ten thousand years
ever set to call the vessels to the safety of the port
Waiting for a storm to draw me out, waiting for a storm to draw me out
Mistle thrushes are wheeling overhead, for the coming dark
In the hurricanes minacious eye, may the fire and the weight consume us all
Always leaving them to toil a minute more, bleeding sky
may the fire and the weight consume us all