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 Aails 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.