Flyte - Orphans of the storm

^DOrphans of the storm, watch them ^F#msail between the waves ^DOrphans of the storm, say a ^F#mprayer and wish the rain away ^BmMother's milk and angel hair, ^Bbholy books and bones ^DThe sirens on the ^Cshore calling them^D home ^DBreakfast on the lawn in the ^F#msweet September sway ^DHelpless and forlorn since the ^F#mpills and powders passed their way

^BmLost themselves, forever seeking, ^Bbsearching pole to pole While the ^Dneedle and the ^Cthread stitches them^D whole

^BmEmpty shells, only the shallow ^Bbknow themselves Deeper and deeper, ^Dday by day, to keep the weary ^Bworld at bay No prescription ^Emfor the pain only a sky of ^Bbblue and grey No one to save them, ^Dsailing their sinking ^Cships up and a^Dway

We ^Bmlost ourselves, forever seeking, ^Bbsearching pole to pole While the ^Dneedle and the ^Cthread stitches us^D whole again

^BmEmpty shells, only the shallow ^Bbknow themselves Deeper and deeper, ^Dday by day, to keep the weary ^Bworld at bay Raise your mast and ^Emfly away into a sky of ^Bbblue and grey No one to save us, ^Dsailing our sinking ^Cships up and aw^Day ^DSailing our sinking ^Cships up and a^Dway ^DSailing our sinking ^Cships up and a^Dway