Sun Stones

Over
 Wide open deep sea
 Men toil on the trireme
 The stream
 Pulls us astray according
 To our sun stones
 The sail and the hull are silhouettes
 As we consult
 The stars and the stones
 The captain's eyes
 Are fixed in place
 And the course is staying the same
 With our charts all full of emptiness
 We're sailing towards nothingness
 Not a slightest bit
 Keen to admit that we're
 A ship in distress
 With our charts all full of emptiness
 We're sailing towards nothingness
 Here's the irony
 In all this foolery
 We are calling it progress
 Is there
 After the edge of the earth
 An endless fall
 We all
 Have heard the stories
 But we have closed our ears
 As many hands as there are sailors
 Are pointing in discord
 There's no clear
 Outspoken fear
 But it is starting to set in
 Somewhere
 Beyond the skyline
 The ocean comes to an end
 We fend
 Off the uneasy feeling
 That we're drawing near