Текст песни Kiosk Sillica - Alex Edwards

I was left alight
I was left alight in your wake
common beat away
path of early day in your wake
I was left to my kiosk silica, innocent
I can't compare the wares
merchanting arrears, ever on...
a woe, so young
wilted horizon
all wane to wax on
aweigh, your anchor
end-up in the salt
I don't even know what to face
it's time to make a move
ships of golden truss
another world
an icon will waste
in undersea's maze
too long I lay...
it's time to make a move
ships of golden truss
another world
as wise as you wray
all news its own freight