Sorrowing Man

Sorrowing man, look how worn you've become, You once were Lord of the baron sea There's blood on our hands, in this perfect madness, You're living on borrowed time Oh how you have lost your way Oh how you have lost your way There's no sympathy for we don't know the cure, Cause what you've got, well it runs too pure But you've lived and breathed more than any man I know But you're not done, oh, at least, I hope Oh how you have lost your way Oh how you have lost your way In this life what we have made together Oh how you have lost your way Oh how you have lost your way Oh how you have lost your way