Orphans Of The Storm - Flyte

Orphans of the storm, watch them sail between the waves

Orphans of the storm, say a prayer and wish the rain away

Mother’s milk and angel hair, holy books and bones

The sirens on the shore calling them home

Breakfast on the lawn in the sweet September sway

Helpless and forlorn since the pills and powders passed their way

Lost themselves, forever seeking, searching pole to pole

While the needle and the thread stitches them whole

Empty shells, only the shallow know themselves

Deeper and deeper, day by day, to keep the weary world at bay

No prescription for the pain only a sky of blue and grey

No one to save them, sailing their sinking ships up and away

We lost ourselves, forever seeking, searching pole to pole

While the needle and the thread stitches us whole again

Empty shells, only the shallow know themselves

Deeper and deeper, day by day, to keep the weary world at bay

Raise your mast and fly away into a sky of blue and grey

No one to save us, sailing our sinking ships up and away

Sailing our sinking ships up and away

Sailing our sinking ships up and away