Corsican Mastiff Stride
We sail, we sleep, we scry by land
We dig a pit beneath the sand
A place to keep the sun at bay
At dark we rise and find our way
With our faithful companion by our side
Put it all on the table and let it ride
Close to the drop-off on our long slide
The land we left becomes a dream
The ghosts we knew, they rise like steam
They leave some trails against the sky
All but invisible to the eye
With our faithful companion by our side
Put it all on the table and let it ride
Close to the drop-off on our long slide
Call off the search party
Let mourners wail by the shore
Point to the spot where our ship disappeared
We're not coming home any more
Should you succeed and breach the coast
You tell your friends you've seen a ghost
You tell them all "There's nothing here worth dying for"
You leave it there
With your faithful companion by our side
Put it all on the table and let it ride
Real close to the drop-off on our long slide
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