On what we’re entitled
She palms her bed table bible
Oh, what had passed the past ensures
Clues to sop the spills of future views
On what we’re owed
He toed the line and cowed and bowed
And oh, the hand the past had dealt
A cutpurse lives to buy and sell
The fairs and faults alike
We’re cracking hairs we recognize
You cut the sail, I’ll cut the lines
The love we’re owed is in our eyes
Oh, what did my parents pass along?
Oh, who’s to say what came upon
this vessel high
The winter’s gone, go reach towards the sunlit sky
Oh, what do we pass along?
Do we say or was our song
identified?
The winter’s long, go reach towards the sunlit sky
Seasinks
acraein 