Beckon Sea Lyrics

Out on Beckon Sea

Thoughts pervade my mind

A psalm-Rosetta stare

Parceled and sublime

Laughter off the docks

Skipped across the Rhine

As clovers broth the sea

For steeples made of

Pine

Out on Beckon Sea

A howl haunts the brine

An elbow-setted stare

Rain falls far behind

After all this stops

We'll skip or pause, rewind

Our labels lust in sin

Our fables cropped in

Spine

A poor one's head brings a soft and sad

Dark spot on the mind

So, take my hand and find my friend

A language lost in lines

The cold months' end in a sovereign send

The past is far behind

So, take my hand and find my frail

Sinful sunken

Shrine

When I was young

And land was old

And not so overgrown

We learned to grow

A poor one's head brings a soft and sad

Dark spot on the mind

So, take my hand and find my friend

A language lost in line

The warm months end in somber send

A peaceful toss of time

So, take my hand and find my frail

Sinful sunken

Shrine