The twelve raise their tin horns

Into the wake of dawn

But as the tides rise they realize

The march has long gone home

And the lonely melody tunes again

To the consonance of the wind



As we die, the sun and earth do shine,

Will the stars remain if you and I

Leave earth like leaves on wind?

Like waves in the brine



Tin horns make us sleep

We never wanted to stay

We never wanted to...



Like a wreck of time

An abandoned ship

Beneath us splits the void

But we never look back



The twelve raise their velvet horns

Into the restful hours

But as life fades they realize

That the march has long gone home

And their melody tunes again

To the consonance of the wind