Roaming Empire - Maritime

It’s Wednesday morning in Saint Paul

It’s still tuesday night I didn’t sleep at all

The sparrow and the city want to call out the changes

And the river carries on

Under the highway over early morning sound

The shadows hand in hand until lonesome gods are almost gone

We are the roaming empire.

I’ll be as honest as I can

I told the truth a lot more when I began

Well I knew a lot more than I do now

And if we’re just these hearts and bones

I cannot leave yours well alone

When we have nothing left there’s nothing less between us.

We are the roaming empire.

We are the roaming empire

Yeah, we are the roaming empire.