Fly from Here – Part III – Madman at the Screens

Take a table in the evening
By the water side
Lonely eyes watch as the moonshines
Down a silver tide

Looking out from this position
Are things what they seem?
It’s been spreading out from one decision
Into this bad dream

Out on the shoreline
Someone is waiting
The wind that was falling
Is rising again

I hear the voices
I hear them calling
Every song was
Singing in the rain

Sailor
Sailor beware
There are storm clouds
You must take care

Easy
Bring her around
Or the night will
Run you aground
I know

In the ceiling over our heads
Fans and moving air
Spinning out the hours of darkness
Warning sounds somewhere

Out on the shoreline
Someone is waiting
The wind that was falling
Is rising again

I hear the voices
I hear them calling
Every song was
Singing in the rain

Sailor
Sailor beware
There are storm clouds
You must take care

Easy
Bring her around
Or the night will
Run you aground

Morning
Here in the air
When you feel it
Know that you’re there

Playing God
Behind the scenes a
Madman at the screens

Dreaming
Feeling the air
Dreaming
Seeing you there