Letra de Sax Rohmer #1 (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)
Fog lifts from the harbor, dawn goes down to day An agent crests the shadows of the nearby alleyway Piles of broken bricks, sign posts on the path Every moment points towards the aftermath, yeahSailors straggle back from their nights out on the town Hopeless urchins from the city gather around Spies from Imperial China wash in with the tide Every battle heads toward surrender on both sidesAnd I am coming home to you With my own blood in my mouth And I am coming home to you If it's the last thing that I doBells ring in the tower, wolves howl in the hills Chalk marks show up on a few high windowsills And a rabbit gives up somewhere, and a dozen hawks descend Every moment points toward its own sad end Yeah, yeahShips loose from their grins, capsize and then they're gone Sailors with no captains watch a while and then move on And an agent crests the shadows and I head in her direction All roads lead toward the same blocked intersectionI am coming home to you With my own blood in my mouth And I am coming home to you If it's the last thing that I doYeah! (Woo!) Gentlemen, let's play, "This Year" Alright