Lyrics:

Now the sun sits on my hand
Oh, where are you?
Walking the wind I fly above the shore of the town
To the hills, where I can hear
The harbor bells ring slavery
Where the fortune teller sighs to me
Oh, I see your woman in the raw
Ride a mare of stone and howl
I woke up
While morning built
The world with light
Crossing their hearts
Twelve sailor boys all stood in a ring
Round our bed
Out of the grass, a dancer rose
Shivering
Oh the sailors pointing
Out to sea
And the dancer diving
Up the sky
'Til we forgot the day