Letra The Absentee - Lightning In A Twilight Hour
Oh the devil?s making mischief
Dirty rags that hang
From black lines to the south west
A fog upon the sea
No sailor among them
Washed up on the shore
A pocketful of Keats
Build a pyre on the beach
She?s kneeling on the dark sand
Sad grey eyes
The smoke begins to rise
With the absentee
The wild scenery
Appears to harmonise
Well-kindled flames of yellow
Glisten and quiver
Yet the heart remains entire
A spirit soars
Over old watchtowers
Nothing fades
Just a sea change