Ship of Fools Songtext
von Paulusma

From the neonlight galore
Windin′ back to ancient fury
As the waves grow higher
And the bones weaken

With the wind as your guide
And the silver stars above your beacon
With this ship of fools a-flyin'
Over dyin′ seas

Hang on sailor hang on
Hang on to song of freedom
With your wings spread out wide
In a flyin' spree


May the wind be your guide your ride home
To where you belong
To where all the folk and the town
Are dyin' to meet you

Midnight rambler travel on
May lightnin′ strike upon us
As the waves turn to fire
With the bones bound to break

With all fears overcome
And our sails shredded to pieces
I was thinkin′ of crossin' the woods and the plains
When it suddenly struck me that i′m still a-searchin' for you

And with only silverlining left
Your ship so far away
O Lord have mercy on me

The sirens up ahead are callin′ on me
But i will keep rowin'
Oh i keep rowin′


Wait for me
Wait for me