Letra da Música The Shore Becomes The Enemy de The Gault

I dreamt. We sailed on
Guards slept.
We sailed on
Clouds wept.
We sailed on
Their dark poo of tears
A blinding well of tears

A strange thing stands where we used to be
A pale hand waves from the edge of the sea
A thousand eyes grow cold upon me
Now the shore is the enemy
The shore becomes the enemy

The night you slouched toward madness
You left me alone
But I kissed the sadness and asked her
To follow you home

She waits for you, frozen
In the amber of sleep
The dreamer: the nightmare
On a treacherous sea

I'll wait for you, frozen
At the edge of the sea
Sewn into the skins of
The enemy

[there falls a face beneath the hold
Beneath the waves, a glint of gold
These blackened shores will burn for me
And we will descend
As dreams
Through the stillness of the sea]