Crested Tern from Signals by The Melting Ice Caps

first thought of the day:
i wish that it could simply last forever so tomorrow never comes

in the morning we set sail
barring great catastrophe, an act of God
tomorrow we leave town

on a wanton sea
the smack and sting of the spray

tall ships battered by the squall
your legs on the harbour wall
you wait for the safe return
of the windswept crew of the Crested Tern

the captain was a hired hand
the vessel stood silent growing in a forest not that long ago
now there’s no way of turning back the arrow
it only points one way

wish i had never known
the smack and sting of the spray

tall ships battered by the squall
your legs on the harbour wall
as you wait for the safe return
of the windswept crew of the Crested Tern

long lives in their final yard
huge stones form the tidal guard
and you wait for the just return
of the time we lost facing down the storm

we wish the night would pass and just be over
may the morning hurry on

in the scrunched up early light
barring great catastrophe
we’ve come this far
we ought to carry on

• Pop
• alternative
• folk
• indie
• orchestral
• United Kingdom