The twelve raise their tin horns   Into the wake of dawn   But as the tides rise they realize   The march has long gone home   And the lonely melody tunes again   To the consonance of the wind      As we die, the sun and earth do shine,   Will the stars remain if you and I   Leave earth like leaves on wind?   Like waves in the brine      Tin horns make us sleep   We never wanted to stay   We never wanted to...      Like a wreck of time   An abandoned ship   Beneath us splits the void   But we never look back      The twelve raise their velvet horns   Into the restful hours   But as life fades they realize   That the march has long gone home   And their melody tunes again   To the consonance of the wind