I'm listening to you
and lose myself to you
believe in tales you told me,
false or true
the roaring seas solace your need
adventureous risk converts
to smoke of the cigar

down harbour tavern

distance is tasting like red wine
down harbour tavern

we ride at anchor,
where we want to be
so high and low
your struggle for the fear
the wind it groans to hearts of stones
petrels believe in fish
but you believe in wounds

once upon a time,
there was a ship in trouble
did you hear their sighs?
did you see their lost eyes?
...told me,
an old man told me
at an old harbour tavern

words: fülster
music: fülster