Your Broken Shore

From my deep silence, they feed the fire Building a gift from this broken liar Forsaking your face, my fingers blind I touch the lonely face of your crime The doom of your, your broken shore It washes over me, hair woven of the sea Your sleeping boat drifts away from me A broken sister now out to sea I have lived through the depths of time I spilt the blood and she was the crime The doom of your, your broken shore It washes over me, hair woven of the sun and the sea The doom of your, your broken shore It washes over me, hair woven of the sun and the sea The doom of your, your broken shore It washes over me, hair woven of the sun and the sea The doom of your, your broken shore It washes over me, hair woven of the sun and the sea Stolen from a dead man's heart Remember me sad, I was your art The voice of my blood orates Touched by the sacred horrors of the hour The doom of your, your broken shore It washes over me, hair woven of the sun and the sea