Sorrowing Man

Sorrowing man, look how worn you've become,

You once were Lord of the baron sea

There’s blood on our hands, in this perfect madness,

you're living on borrowed time

Oh how you have lost your way

Oh how you have lost your way

There's no sympathy for we don't know the cure,

Cause what you've got, well it runs too pure

But you've lived and breathed more than any man I know

But you're not done, oh, at least, I hope

Oh how you have lost your way

Oh how you have lost your way

In this life what we have made together

Oh how you have lost your way

Oh how you have lost your way

Oh how you have lost your way