For Empire (Revere Cut)

All that's left, not an island but a wreck for our time.

We were led to our farthest edge cut and cut adrift.

I was lost on my darkest days, the wolf claws at my feet.

I was building something to turn this boat around.

All that's left, not an empire but a state lost at sea.

If you'd have known would you call it home?

Oh how the land lies.

We were lost on our darkest days, the wolf curled at your feet.

I was hoping someone would turn this boat around.

All that's left, not an island but the wreck of our times.

I was building something to turn this boat around.