| I have seen the turning monarchy |
| Hiding from the stars |
| Miles, oh, miles away |
| I’m floating like a nutshell on the sea |
| My sailship’s carbonized |
| Oh why and where was I |
| Oh, said down the line |
| Love I can see although I’m blind |
| Whales fried, they lean upon the bay’s |
| Sand is shell-less it seems |
| Oh mayday |
| My eyes |
| Well they burn, and it aches, will they break |
| But I held my head up high |
| I faced the death for you |
| Yes I held my head for you |
| Yes I held my head for you |
| Drifting like a feather on a stream |
| Oh love I fear your smile |
| The fire burning miles away |
| Struggling with a loneman’s honesty |
| Lord I miss your sigh |
| And this tide’s in the way |
| Lord, make time an ally |
| Now I can see although I’m blind |
| Whales fried they lean upon my bay’s |
| Sand, is shell-less it seems |
| Oh, mayday, my eyes |
| Oh well they burn and it aches, will they brake |
| But I held my head up high |
| I faced the death for you |
| Yes I held my head for you |
| Yes I held my head for you |