Testo The Ship

Of all the poses, of all the roles
Is this the one to turn to?
So high and mighty
Draped in papal robes
Could it be the thing that saves you?

Looking out a window, cursing at the sea
Waiting for the ship to come and carry me Far, far from the will of the wires
Far far from these earthly desires
Far far away
And when I escape I'll harbor no fear
On a mountaintop of stone
Bird wings and wild barking dogs are all I'll hear
A little heaven for a home

Looking cross the valley not a soul in sight
Counting every breath to ease my mortal mind
Far far from thе weight of the wire
Far far from thеse earthly desires
Far far away

Far away from the bastard and the bully Far away from the simple and the silly boy

Of all the poses, of all the roles Is this the one to turn to?