(I've been trapped here for one hundred years

Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel

Isn't there a way out, now?

Brave friend horizon, bring me back to fourteen)


There's a million ways out of the city

I don't know one

His way was to pursue birds, with food in their mouths

Suitable for humans, snatching from them.

Then the birds would follow and snatch it back

And they would all go chasing each other gaily for miles

Parting at last with mutual expressions of goodwill

"Save him, save him", they cried

Looking with horror at the cruel sea far below


We're hanging from our ankles

We're hanging from this spot

We're hanging from our ankles

... From this spot

My hand brings you back up on to dreary land,

To form our end

Form...


(I've been trapped here for one hundred years

Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel

Isn't there a way out, now?

Brave friend horizon, bring me back to fourteen)


Indeed, a million golden arrows were pointing it out to children

All directed by their friendly sign, who wanted them to destroy their way

Before leaving them for the night.

In an unexplored patch as they rose and they spread,

Black shadows began to dawn on them.

The roar of the seas took prey, this is quite different now

And above all, we'd lost the certainty that you would live

When at last it had been steady again, he found himself alone in the darkness.


We're hanging from our ankles

(Is this exactly what you wished for?)

We're hanging from this spot

(I am through with it all)

We're hanging from our ankles

(Is this exactly what you wished for?)

I am through with it all

My hand brings you back up on to dreary land,

To form our end

Form...


We're hanging from our ankles

(Is this exactly what you wished for?)

We're hanging from this spot

(I am through with it all)

We're hanging from our ankles

(Is this exactly what you wished for?)

I am through with it all

My hand brings you back up on to dreary land,

To form our end

Form...