Ghostlimb - Port of Call lyrics

Dirty nails never fail To catch the dust that looms A parsed out time, between the lines In cloudy foreign rooms Dirty sails never fail To reach the port of call called home With compa** still, and where bearings k** Any semblance of the unknown The purest of the greenest gra** Lies right beneath our feet Between the need and want we're torn But in bags we sleep as dead as leaves And each morning we're reborn