Fog lifts from the harbor, dawn goes down today   An agent crests the shadows of the nearby alleyway   Piles of broken bricks, sign posts on the path   Every moment points towards the aftermath   Yeah ah ah      Sailors straggle back from their nights out on the town   Hopeless urchins from the city gather around   Spies from imperial China wash in with the tide   Every battle heads toward surrender on both sides      And I am coming home to you   With my own blood in my mouth   And I am coming home to you   If it’s the last thing that I do      Bells ring in the tower, wolves howl in the hills   Chalk marks show up on a few high windowsills   And a rabbit gives up somewhere, and a dozen hawks descend   Every moment leads toward its own sad end   Yeah ah ah      Ships loosed from their moorings capsize and then they’re gone   Sailors with no captains watch awhile and then move on   And an agent crests the shadows and I head in her direction   All roads lead toward the same blocked intersection      I am coming home to you   With my own blood in my mouth   And I am coming home to you   If it’s the last thing that I do