One of Those Uncertain Hands - Songs: Ohia

We’re close, the lamps are burning blood

On the chance that we’ll survive

To need such a desperate light

My bones shall rise up muskettes

My feet are at the threshold

And disaster warms our soil

And disaster warms our soil

So left with sleighting hands

The boats they’ve pawned for stranding

We will drown them like their anchors

We will drown them like their anchors

My bones shall rise up anchors

My feet are at the threshold

And disaster warms our sails