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 sails 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?