Fisher Island Sound
Beirut
My call in the silent small town's winter
Your child is tall and asking for more than you
Your sighs, I hear them long and high now, my dear
Your time may pass, the edge is open, hopin'
Alive, alone, alive, alone
Alive, alone, alive, alone
And after dark
I start to see the shadows, oh-oh-oh-oh
Sing my tomes
Swinging from the gallows, oh-oh-oh-oh
Alive, alone, alive, alone
Alive, alone, alive, alone
And it's been cold
Despite my heated lantern, oh-oh-oh-oh
And I've been cold
Wade through the phantom, oh-oh-oh-oh
