You tell a good story, wrote me in
Turned the page and I let myself in
In a fiction, we are written
Often in anger
I sailed your seas, guided by the stars
Not to know where the true paths lie
All your lonely constellations
Adrift in your skies
Where the moon kisses the water
The waves lap the shore
A shadow in twilight has lived here too long
All your lonely conversations
Often in anger
