Ursa Minor - Misery Signals

Sleeping beneath the sleet, palms to the dirt

No lunar glare to mark our course

Among the apparitions of a potter’s field

The nameless, the lost, haunting a hollow so far away

I never meant to end up here

Betrayed by constellations

I never meant to end up here

With no bodies of light to guide us home

Collapse into earth and be pulled beyond your quarrel

No lantern, no compass, no map to be found

We set sail against the sorrow having mourned enough

Adrift the current, you are not alone

Even sinking into the darkness that waits below

Beneath the fathomless depths with an ocean upons

Adrift the current, you are not alone

Collapse into earth, be pulled beyond your quarrel

No lantern, no compass, no map to be found

We set sail against the sorrow