Manning - Ragged Curtains lyrics

I. Flow Blue, blue oceans ride on seraphim winds And stroke the shorelines with just the briefest of touches Always moving in sensual waves That cling to the Earth with the pa**ing phases Each touch takes a little land And draws the line between the Sea and Sand A moments grip, a fleeting embrace Does the water feel the surge of energy? Coral and stone, breathless and awake Upon the kiss between the Sea and Sand Always moving in sensual waves That cling to the Earth with the pa**ing phases Each touch takes a little land And draws the line between the Sea and Sand But northern brothers are frozen in the endless wasteland White shards of crystal, slice in the dark Lakes that crack and splinter in solitude Kept alive in the midnight sun Bleak and powerful, lost and alone They have no interest in Sea and Stone II. Sea Watch out below, there's something moving! Stirring in the deepest deep and waiting far below Slowly rising, ripples from the sea floor Conceal the shapes and presence in the shadows You better watch out! The fishermen feel it, long before it shows A taste of the brine, lick dry the flashing foam A pull on the rope, and they hope they will get lucky A moment of poise but seconds in which to pray You better watch out! III. Waves instrumental IV. Stones Pulled into the bleaching sunlight, and raised in menace, locked inside The monument to mortal weakness keeps away the rising tide Turrets silhouette the skyline, the black on grey of hallowed ground Casting fingers on the coastline, reaching out without a sound ... It's written in the stone... Battlements of tempered granite, coastal rock and fettered pain Keystones hung in pensive anger join the archways, take the strain Silence searches all the corners to tempt the shadows in the Keep And break the scorching barren slumbers, wake the watchers from their sleep ... It's written in the stone... Stood amongst the wake of towers, echoes from the ages past The fortress on the cliffs remembers every inbound galleon mast And into history, on to ruin, the gates of morning stand impressed The ghost of lodgers now vacated, ever faithful, never rest... V. Tides Ebb and flow Out and In Loco -emotion With sweet devotion Lunar maker Coastal rain The ragged curtain Set in motion, set in motion Like the breath of the Ocean VI. Sand Through falling grains, we stand and watch the world And measure each and every moment In simple flows within the stream of Moons, that wax And wane By stealing time we make a sense Of all the wonders, now revealing And mark the dying pa**ages With indifference And disdain How many handfuls will we gain? Before the gla** is drained away Markings drawn upon the sand Are gone before the break of day Through falling grains, we stand and watch the world And measure each and every moment In simple flows within the stream of Moons, that wax And wane How many handfuls will we gain? (Falling down in fitful slumbers) Before the gla** is drained away (Counting down in finite numbers) Markings drawn upon the sand (Left alone, no time to wonder) Are gone before the break of day (Farewell, farewell..) VII. Undertow instrumental VIII. Ebb Blue, blue oceans ride on seraphim winds And stroke the shorelines with just the briefest of touches Always moving in sensual waves We cling to the Earth with the pa**ing phases Each touch of a lover's hand Binds the World within a grain of sand A moments grip, a fleeting embrace We are born within a surge of energy Muscle and bone, breathless and awake A cry for life just like the sea on land Always moving in sensual waves We cling to the Earth with the pa**ing phases In life, we walk a path alone Overlooked by Sea and Stone But the northern brothers are frozen in the endless wasteland White shards of crystal, slice in the dark Lakes that crack and splinter in solitude Kept alive in the midnight sun Bleak and powerful, lost and alone They have no interest in the Sea and Stone