Fog lifts from the harbour,
dawn goes down today
an agent crests the shadows of a nearby alleyway
piles of broken bricks,
signposts on the path,
every moment points toward the aftermath, yahaha

sailors straggle back,
from their nights out on the town
hopeless urchins from the city, gather round
spies from imperial china,
wash in with the tide
every battle heads towards, 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 its the last thing that i do

bells ring in the tower,
wolves howl in the hills
chalk marks show up on a few high windowsills
and a rabbit gives up somehwere,
and a dozen hawks descend,
every moment leads towards it own, sad end yahaha

ships loosed from their moorings,
capsize and then there 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 towards, the same blocked intersection

and i am, coming home to you
with my own blood in my mouth
and i am coming home to you
if its the last thing that i do