world is still and dreams go on   it happens when i'm alone   the days stretch to their full height,   then collapse to a moon's delight   up here i'm safe again   i don't notice anything   signals they come and go   and i've seen enough of them to know.   full sails shape the lives of men.   far below we toss and turn over this,    is it desperate to make believe   that anything could ever be worse than all of this?   it's only forgotten words   only some odds'n'ends of bad dreams   i can't forget.   i've seen enough of all of them.   full sails shape the lives of men.   and when the stars have gone   we turn and head for home.