There's a figure in the fog
And it's waiting for you
And the hound by the bog
Sits silently waiting for you.

There's a player in the doorway
As the melody lingers
And the tune that he plays
Caressed by his fingers sound true.

There's a silence in the morning
As night gives to dawning
While the tower by the sea
Gives its final warning to me.

I have seen you at the borderline
Just maybe a year or two
But how the tables took a turn
As the sun came shining through...

There's a mist on the water
And the fear of faltering time
By the wayside
Never mind the tears that I hide

There's a player in the archway
As the melody lingers
And the tune that he plays
Obsessed with the killing of time

I have seen you at the borderline
Just maybe a year or two
But how the tables took a turn
As the sun came shining through...