These relics of remembrance are just like shipwrecks
Only they're gone faster than the smell after it rains

So long, Astoria
I found a map to buried treasure
And even if we come home empty-handed
We'll still have our stories and battle scars
Pirate ships and wounded hearts
Broken bones and all the best of friendships
And when this hourglass has filtered out it's final grain of sand
I'll raise my glass to the memories we own