Unrepentant - Wire

In-between the lines

Ancient tales remind

Openings are hard to find

The blind will never lead the blind

Numbers can reveal their song

Harbours where we once belonged

Sailings for the greater good

Nurturing what we should

Unrepentant, understanding

Independent, making landing

Other memories, other times

Seizing words to make the rhymes

Open season of the witch

Need the mood to scratch the itch

Even-handed as we play

Reach the end without delay

Whistle dark because you can

Not to be an also-ran