Only Colombe

The warm wind will not blow tonight

For the the fog enshrouds the landing light

As she said she might have heard a bell tolling

Though a gold ship sails her clouds and dreams

Through the crashing seas she finds it seems

That the shore she's looking for is hardly showing

Oh, what is this song she's singing?

Oh, could it be for someone bringing her, her everything?

Her paralytic agencies twist their tongues into philosophies

As petite Colombe asks only what she's been stealing

The tapestries that drape her walls

And the heroes she has witnessed fall

While the hallway leaves them all blank to the ceiling

Oh, again this song she's singing

Oh, could it be for someone bringing her, her every dream?

Beneath the deep and broken wall

The reflecting glass of time it falls

Through the crack she said she heard the ocean calling

The foghorn cries profanity at the master of insanity

As she watches ruins, neading me and sobbing

Oh, again this song she's singing

Oh, could it be for someone bringing her, her everything?