It's not your grasp on humanity that is the...
I think I'm trying to say I understand, or if not...

I'm getting old now, or so they're saying. My hair...
My stride has withered, as has my strength, and I...

Once again in undeserved tears I weep
Knowing not to what sorrow I cling...

... And on we go, ever north,
Scenery overtaking the cardboard city, greyscale...

This world lies in the dust of its creation
Bedded in for the long dark nights...

"Aye, the crags are crooked up there on the...
Are you tired, with your arms like feebled straw...

Shining on into our hearts
Whilst in the sky the sun remains...

His throne was christened in a gown of silver...
That sailed down from the skyline as the sun had...

When will the world wake up
From its sleeping game...

The days pass in a fashion
Styled on those of long ago...

There's a sailor in the skies
He leaps around his deck...

He sits there alone
Once again he's on his own...