Queen

In a spartan cafe' reclaimed from the sea I watch the green eevening, let the anchor bones, carry him from me, as far as Davy Jones, tarry blonde all wispy day, tide like a coming enemy, another one walks away, shadows make the zones, where we sailed to be free, play on echoing bones, dawn brings falling rain, pockets suddenly empty, in mist the sad causeway, I'll keep the dusty tomes, love gone down the quays. will ressurect my fortune serve 'till eternity,