Ducking Stool

I've seen rigging that has been worn

Met it's rugged end on deck, at dawn, and I came

There were nooses tempting exits

But I kept netting scores, though petal pathways formed

I see futures of highways, mindless nights eating out the grey,

mapping out the right way

And you say

the perfect lines the wrong time

And I can't keep it away

Perfect lines

Wrong time

I can't keep it away

Only a phantom fear

Fool's gold.

I saw witches in their wake

drowned and deviled by mistake and I took part

Now they're re-born as mermaids

The perfect crime, the wrong time

And now you're making me pay

The perfect crime, wrong time

You can't make me pay

Only a phantom fear

Fool's gold.