The Night Hobs - Helm

Plans in motion, no stopping for correction
The ship we're on is on a course without direction
Hands white knuckles, black waters from the deep
Feeding reapers of this shallow sea

Swells of the current are blinding the way
Sails marred from torching, wind shaken and frayed
Crew's abandoned overboard, lost souls
As we bottom into hell

As I howl, howl, howl from this helm
As I howl, howl, howl from this helm
I'm a captain who's lost his way

No control without rest
Relentlessly thrashing me awake
It's not me you want, I'm not for the take
Mercy's for the beggars and the bottom of the lake

Rudderless and without hope
Can't surrender now boys, we've run out of rope
Fathoming all knots, in acceptance of a failure
What a listless wait, the drifting of a sailor

As I howl, howl, howl from this helm
As I howl, howl, howl from this helm
I'm a captain who's lost his way

It's not left up to me
I was never given rights
I understand my voyage now
I'm prepared to sail all night

As I howl, howl, howl from this helm
As I howl, howl, howl from this helm
I'm a captain who's lost his way

Written by:
James Baker, Richard Boyce

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