Song: Ghost Ship.
You'll never fly this ship again;
You'll never set another course for home.
I'll never taste you on my skin,
Where I fly now, I have to fly alone.
And I remember all those stories of the Flying Dutchman,
The ship that sails forever with a ghost to chart the way.
I would sign up in a heartbeat, I would leave behind my captain,
If it meant just one more night, if it meant you would stay
Memories drift through these halls
Like ghosts drift through a graveyard,
They taste of ash and cinnamon, they will not let me sleep.
I snuggle into phantom arms --
Was living always this hard?
I'd like to rest with you, but I have promises to keep.
You'll never touch my hand again;
You'll never call me darling in the dark.
I'll never think of where we've been,
Without regret, for battle leaves its mark...
And I remember all those stories of the Flying Dutchman,
Why should I find them terrible, when life takes you away?
I would go without a parting glance, I would not pause an instant,
If it meant just one more night, if it meant you would stay
Memories drift through these halls
Like ghosts drift through a graveyard,
They taste of ash and cinnamon, they will not let me sleep.
I snuggle into phantom arms --
Was living always this hard?
I'd like to rest with you, but I have promises to keep.
And I'd have hated you forever if I hadn't loved you so;
I'd be bleeding so much less if you'd decided not to go,
You were a leaf upon the wind, and like a leaf you blew away...
Baby, why am I still here, if only one could stay?
And I remember all those stories of the Flying Dutchman,
And I know you'll be behind the helm, if given half a say.
There's a great big sky to sail, and I'll be waiting for the signal,
For the day ends my lonely nights, when we come home to stay.
(Written for celticdragonfly for the current round of Iron Bard. Which is almost over, so yay!)
You'll never set another course for home.
I'll never taste you on my skin,
Where I fly now, I have to fly alone.
And I remember all those stories of the Flying Dutchman,
The ship that sails forever with a ghost to chart the way.
I would sign up in a heartbeat, I would leave behind my captain,
If it meant just one more night, if it meant you would stay
Memories drift through these halls
Like ghosts drift through a graveyard,
They taste of ash and cinnamon, they will not let me sleep.
I snuggle into phantom arms --
Was living always this hard?
I'd like to rest with you, but I have promises to keep.
You'll never touch my hand again;
You'll never call me darling in the dark.
I'll never think of where we've been,
Without regret, for battle leaves its mark...
And I remember all those stories of the Flying Dutchman,
Why should I find them terrible, when life takes you away?
I would go without a parting glance, I would not pause an instant,
If it meant just one more night, if it meant you would stay
Memories drift through these halls
Like ghosts drift through a graveyard,
They taste of ash and cinnamon, they will not let me sleep.
I snuggle into phantom arms --
Was living always this hard?
I'd like to rest with you, but I have promises to keep.
And I'd have hated you forever if I hadn't loved you so;
I'd be bleeding so much less if you'd decided not to go,
You were a leaf upon the wind, and like a leaf you blew away...
Baby, why am I still here, if only one could stay?
And I remember all those stories of the Flying Dutchman,
And I know you'll be behind the helm, if given half a say.
There's a great big sky to sail, and I'll be waiting for the signal,
For the day ends my lonely nights, when we come home to stay.
(Written for celticdragonfly for the current round of Iron Bard. Which is almost over, so yay!)