Sun Stones Lyrics - High Time - Excalion

Over 

Wide open deep sea 

Men toil on the trireme 

The stream 

Pulls us astray according 

To our sun stones 

The sail and the hull are silhouettes 

As we consult 

The stars and the stones 

The captain's eyes 

Are fixed in place 

And the course is staying the same 

With our charts all full of emptiness 

We're sailing towards nothingness 

Not a slightest bit 

Keen to admit that we're 

A ship in distress 

With our charts all full of emptiness 

We're sailing towards nothingness 

Here's the irony 

In all this foolery 

We are calling it progress 

Is there 

After the edge of the earth 

An endless fall 

We all 

Have heard the stories 

But we have closed our ears 

As many hands as there are sailors 

Are pointing in discord 

There's no clear 

Outspoken fear 

But it is starting to set in 

Somewhere 

Beyond the skyline 

The ocean comes to an end 

We fend 

Off the uneasy feeling 

That we're drawing near