Letra de Fly from Here, Pt. III: Madman at the Screens
Take a table in the evening By the waterside Lonely eyes watch as the moon shines Down a silver tineLuring out of this position Are things what they seem? It's been spreading out from one decision Into this bad dreamDown in the harbor men are watching The wind was falling is rising again They hear the voices, the storm is calling Hear them singing and singing through the rainSailor, sailor, beware There are storm clouds, you must take care Easy, bring her around All the nights will run you agroundI knowIn the ceiling over our heads Fans and moving air Spinning out the hours of darkness Warning sound somewhereOut on the shoreline someone is waiting The wind was falling is rising again I hear the voices, I hear them calling Every song was singing in the rainSailor, sailor, beware There are storm clouds, you must take care Easy, bring her around All the night will run you aground And the mourning, rises here in the air When you feel it, know that you're thereLaying dark behind the seats A madman at the screens Laying dark behind the seats A madman at the screens Laying dark behind the seats A madman at the screensDreaming, feeling the air Dreaming, seeing you there