Fly from Here, Pt. III: Madman at the Screens - Yes

Take a table in the evening

By the water side

Lonely eyes watch as the moonshines

Down a silver tide

Looking out from this position

Are things what they seem?

It’s been spreading out from one decision

Into this bad dream

Out on the shoreline

Someone is waiting

The wind that was falling

Is rising again

I hear the voices

I hear them calling

Every song was

Singing in the rain

Sailor

Sailor beware

There are storm clouds

You must take care

Easy

Bring her around

Or the night will

Run you aground

I know

In the ceiling over our heads

Fans and moving air

Spinning out the hours of darkness

Warning sounds somewhere

Out on the shoreline

Someone is waiting

The wind that was falling

Is rising again

I hear the voices

I hear them calling

Every song was

Singing in the rain

Sailor

Sailor beware

There are storm clouds

You must take care

Easy

Bring her around

Or the night will

Run you aground

Morning

Here in the air

When you feel it

Know that you’re there

Playing God

Behind the scenes a

Madman at the screens

Dreaming

Feeling the air

Dreaming

Seeing you there