The shards of green glass scatter About the dusty floor Ancient messages escape From the bottle that is no more
Whispers of tales as old as time Start making their way across The old man's map, their origins marked In forests cloaked in moss.
Murmurs fill every crack in the wall With stories from drunken lips Of pirates, Kings, mermaids, & ghosts And giant whales swallowing ships.
Through wallpaper peelings & under floorboards The messages twist and turn And as the sun rises, they head for the door To the bottle they'll never return.