Old Gods from American Siren by Emily Scott Robinson

Carry my prayers on the ocean
Carry my prayers on the sea
And if you are meant to be mine, love
One day you’ll come home to me

But are you a trick of the memory
That the old gods are playing on me
Carry my prayers on the ocean
Carry my prayers on the sea

Your blue eyes are there when I close mine
I see your sweet face when I dream
My heart is all ragged in pieces
Bleeding at every seam

And are you a trick of the memory
That the old gods are playing on me
Carry my prayers on the ocean
Carry my prayers on the sea

I’m down on my knees at a crossing
Wondering which way to go
But all roads are dark through the valley
And I’ll learn to walk them alone

And are you a trick of the memory
That the old gods are playing on me
Carry my prayers on the ocean
Carry my prayers on the sea

No wine and no song can soothe me
I’m pierced by the arrows of pain
I’ll lay in the grass by the mountain
And summon the wind and the rain

And are you a trick of the memory
That the old gods are playing on me
Carry my prayers on the ocean
Carry my prayers on the sea
Carry my prayers on the ocean
Carry my prayers on the sea

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