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 lookin' for is hardly showin' Oh, what is this song she's singing? Oh, could it be for someone? Bringing her, her everything Her piruetic agencies twist their tongues into philosophies As petite Colombe ask 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 Foghorn cries profanity at the master of insanity As she watches ruins, needing me and sobbing Oh, again this song she's singing Oh, could it be for someone? Bringing her, her everything