world is still and dreams go on

it happens when i'm alone

the days stretch to their full height,

then collapse to a moon's delight

up here i'm safe again

i don't notice anything

signals they come and go

and i've seen enough of them to know.

full sails shape the lives of men.

far below we toss and turn over this,

is it desperate to make believe

that anything could ever be worse than all of this?

it's only forgotten words

only some odds-n'-ends of bad dreams

i can't forget.

i've seen enough of all of them.

full sails shape the lives of men.

and when the stars have gone

we turn and head for home.