The deadend fire coming from the sky Flamboyant signs of imminent times
on mazarine seas the ship sails near to the wind By sagging spirits the hopes were pinned To rock in the ropes of sand
denying the peril, pride goes before a fall Picking its way to the port of call Apparent horizons to strand
The deadend fire coming from the sky Flamboyant signs of imminent times In the streak of the lightning
with mounting suspense, waiting for augury Visions are blending upon the sea
into the wind's eye to terra incognita The clouds are releasing a shining star Until the kiss-off the way
in the afterglow here in the peacock blue The signs will all be inside you