Bearings

Tide against the wind
Flake upon the sands
Come back
Come back
On the cards
A meander

Lucky we're the ones
So steady on floors
Go to ground
Ready the hounds
Set the mold
Chase me down
The river
Round the bend
Round the bend
In the meadows
It meanders

In the hours
Fail
And I can't receive
The bearings have faded

Fade out
(Lost and lost and found)
Into flake
In the flame
(Oh)
On the fade
On your face

I flake onto the sand
Soak the blood
Golden Brown
Ready the hounds
Pin me up
And bury the said
Crooked eyes
Chasing Lines
Go with light
End all when all the tides have sunk