The Routes We Wander

Tonight, tonight the captain's dreams are bad
Searching for a dim and distant shore
Amidst the sluts, the drifters and the thieves
He doesn't dream of landing anymore

Drowning in these tumblers, stumbles through these doors
Swinging out to cold cement from sticky, hard tile floors
These are the routes we wander girl, every goddamn day
So swallow hard and wipe them dreams away

Come to life, come to life
Come to life, come to life again
Come to life, come to life
Come to life, come to life again

The smoke and the cold killed the men and the dogs
Last glimpse of sun and all winter it's gone
Chained at the ankles, cuffed at the wrists
Stuffed into mail sacks and tossed into drifts

Come to life, come to life
Come to life, come to life again
Come to life, come to life
Come to life, come to life again

The lunar eye is burning, boring through me, digging deep
Into my chest, into my head, into my dreams, into my sleep
These dreams these days don't give me no peace
These dreams these days don't give me no peace

Come to life, come to life
Come to life, come to life again
Come to life, come to life
Come to life, come to life again