Catching old tales, before the light goes dim. I saved a life today, with all the things I did Watching old wars play out on the screens, sink at least a couple of beers before the good guys win. I know that old tune, but I couldn't tell you what, what I know is a shorter list than what I forgot. See the spray paint signs behind the parking lot, there stands a man I could have been but I am not. Winter is coming in And I see your shirt is wearing thin These old songs, they don't sound like they did. And there's a message there that was never clearer hid. We are northshoremen This is our brotherhood We are northshoremen The sea is in our blood We are northshoremen And we are not yet done. We're tired of holding on For a best that's yet to come Winter is coming in, And I see your shirt is wearing thin. Catching old tales, before the light goes dim. I saved a life today, with all the things I did We are northshoremen This is our brotherhood We are northshoremen The sea is in our blood We are northshoremen And we are not yet done. We're tired of holding on For a best that's yet to come We are northshoremen, this is our brotherhood. We are northshoremen, the sea is in our blood.

The scattered and refracted light faded away to a fevered midnight. Making and reframing the game, Patterns within patterns within patterns again. Three hundred dollars to call off a search. They lied when they said it can't get any worse. The bottle's a judge just as much as a curse. There was a time, you saw the sign, We would go running and raging at night. There was a time, you saw the sign, We would be wild white tigers at night. We straddle the line, your side and mine; A daily routine to cut through the lie. Behind the wheel remember the fear in the blood that spilled into the streets. Running out to the final frame, Dandelion flowers where the bodies lay, From the national news it faded away. There was a time, you saw the sign, We would go running and raging at night. There was a time, you saw the sign, We would be wild white tigers at night. Call up a train, call up the rain, We will be wild white tigers again. Call up a train, call up the rain, Wild white tigers run free again. We are not strong, we can't keep up. We are not strong, we are not strong enough. Run through the dark, run through the wood, Throw off the chains that do you no good. Run through the dark, run through the wood, Wild white tigers run free as they should. Call up a train, call up the rain, We will be wild white tigers again. Call up a train, call up the rain, Wild white tigers run free again. We are not strong, we can't keep up. We are not strong, we are not strong enough.

It was only for a second, no more than a moment I swear We held each other’s glances then she was not there And I’m sorry if it made you smaller I’m sorry if it made you fade away And I’m sorry if it took you for granted Or undermined your grace I hope that it’s alright I hope that it’s ok I hope that you’ll still smile at me today Four years still seems a bit too soon And I still hear your voice sometimes in the next room And I try to pile the papers Away from the door And I still keep all your pictures Framed in the hall I hope that it’s alright I hope that it’s ok I hope that you’ll still smile at me today Today we met for coffee and we plan to meet again And I wish that could ask for forgiveness in your name And I’m sorry if that’s your whisper In the storm outside the house And I’m sorry if you’re not the last thing on my mind Before the lights go out I hope that it’s alright I hope that it’s ok I hope that you’ll still smile down on me today I hope that it’s ok I hope that it’s alright I hope that you don’t look down tonight I hope that it’s ok I hope that it’s alright And I’m sorry but I hope that you don’t look down tonight

Finan Ap Doyle of the High Reaches, I Do make a claim on this ground. We've walked these paths and wider skies Before your king took up his crown. We've sent our strongest for your fights, Counted home their wounded souls. After certain years of nights, Our mothers refuse your tolls. Three rivers take out bodies to the sea, But only one brings them back. I'm all wrapped up in this geography, I am a man become a map. Finan Ap Doyle of the High Reaches, I Do reject your soldiery. I speak with the tongue of a thousand men, From here to Harding Sea. Let pass your cattle there to graze, Let pass your tinker's dray. Let pass your merchant's weary flatland legs, But let no man bear a blade. Three rivers take out bodies to the sea, But only one brings them back. I'm all wrapped up in this geography, I am a man become a map. Finan Ap Doyle of the High Reaches, I And the brothers of my birth. Where I am buried there my sword shall lie, We do hereby reject their worth. Raise not your banners here again, Nor from here to Harding Sea. We are the last High Reaches fighting men, Our sons we raise to peace. Three rivers take out bodies to the sea, But only one brings them back. I'm all wrapped up in this geography, I am a man become a map. I am a man become a map.

14th October 1985, Petersen died, We dug a grave in the last spot by the waterside. You can't pay your way out of it this time. 16 years from Istanbul to Copenhagen, When you're trying to stay low and off the radar, And I remember every bleeding step of the way. These joints are older than they should be. Our time is not what yours has been. It's true we never saw what you could see. But it was always the end you were hiding. Old ghosts and shadow bones Old ghosts and shadow bones Old ghosts and shadow bones Are coming to carry you home We fell hard into the broken hands of strangers, Tumbling down a long beaten path of failures, And somewhere I gave up my fear along the way. These clothes they're not mine, they don't fit me. This life isn't ours but it could have been This face you won't know when you do see. That there's an end to this lie you've been hiding. Old ghosts and shadow bones Old ghosts and shadow bones Old ghosts and shadow bones Old ghosts and shadow bones Old ghosts and shadow bones Old ghosts and shadow bones Are coming to carry you home I believe I believe I believe this too shall pass.

I’ve slipped my cables mess-mates I’m drifting down with the tide. And I am dreaming, Avaline in spring I am learning, learning all my fears are to begin again Afresh, anew, a fresh dawn in bloom. More like a hot wind through a crowded room Forever running on the wind Forever running on the wind The sun is shining through the window on my back And I’m falling asleep at my desk Think I’m gonna roll away now Gonna take a little rest Forever running on the wind Forever running on the wind Forever, no trains running on those rails Forever running on the wind Think I’m gonna roll away now Think I’m gonna roll away now Maybe my heart stopped at my desk now Maybe my heart stopped at my desk now Think I’m gonna roll away now Think I’m gonna roll away now Let them find what’s left now Let them find what’s left now Forever running on the wind Forever running on the wind Forever running on the wind Well there’s a wind building and it looks like it’s going to be a bit of a blower And the seagulls are in from the coast and that’s rarely a good sign And it looks like the whole of the southern sky is a thunderhead And the storm warning on the radio is talking about 1920 something Forever running on the wind Forever, no trains running on those rails Forever, no trains running on those rails I’ve slipped my cables mess-mates I’m drifting down with the tide. A sad and stormy angel The offshore wind in his eyes

There's a dead man in the back seat, but he's not my main concern. There's a dead man in the back seat, and a lesson for someone to learn. There's a dead man in the back seat, and there's a gap in my mind between where he and i meet, and the evidence you find. There's a natural explanation, there's some history hiding. I'm sure I can find some kind of truth if I just keep on driving. There's a dead man in the back seat, and we're running low on fuel. He and i are going to have to figure out exactly what we're going to do. See I'm not short on ideas but it's preying on my mind that, one way or another, we're running out of time. There's a natural explanation, there's some history hiding. I'm sure I can find some kind of truth if I just keep on driving. Someone's father? Someone's son. Some wrong punished or some wrong done? A straight road to the coast to dump a bag of bones? There's a dead man in the back seat, and only he and i know how this came to pass and how it's going to go. There's a natural explanation, there's some history hiding. I'm sure I can find some kind of truth if I just keep on driving.

I’m too tired to write, I can barely think But rules is always rules and the end is always a drink You’re going to top out at a contender It may be me you need here The snowflake left its dark mark on me So hello, here’s the show Sweet, sweet oblivion Sweet, sweet oblivion Where nobody’s beautiful, want me Dance the day shut This offer of the dead alone Baby don’t deal beyond the truth Kid bring back these good roads Guide my blind boat home Sweet, sweet oblivion (Kid bring back these roads) Sweet, sweet oblivion (Guide my blind boat home) Kid bring back these good roads I’m too tired to write, I can barely think But rules is always rules and the end is always a drink