Penance Lyrics

You write the words on the page for me
I sign, with penance from the tides, oh me
I won"t try, pretending like an old man"s ghost
With tears on the page, an island for my rage
And no chance for a quiet life
Young soul, frightened for the calling years
Head high, I was never one to hide from here
Old tale, a pardoner to hail his words
Cause death, when it calls
It has you by the collar
If I want the quiet life
Can you make me disappear
So I won"t see the sun again?
But I"m not a quiet man
When I scream, I curse the air
And the wood on this rocking chair
Won"t hold a young man
Could you hold your head up high
Hold still, and wait to die?
Could you hold your head up high
With those chains to greet the tide?
Could you hold your head up high
You can"t drain the ocean dry
Could you hold your head up high
You can"t drain the ocean dry.