Fog lifts from the harbor, dawn goes down today An agent crests the shadows of the nearby alleyway Piles of broken bricks, signposts on the path Every moment points toward the aftermath, yeah
Sailors straggle back from their nights out on the town Hopeless merchants from the city gather around Spies from imperial China wash in with the tide Every battle heads toward surrender on both sides
And 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 do
Bells hang 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 leads toward it's own sad end, yeah
Ships loosed from their moorings, 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 intersection
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 do |
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