Fisher Island Sound
Zach Condon
My call in the silence, small town's winter
Your child is tall and asking for more than you
Your sighs, I hear them long and high, no, not today
Your time may pass the edges open, open
Alive alone, alive alone
Alive alone, alive alone
And after dawn
Start to see the shadows, oh-oh-oh
Seen my thoughts
Swinging from the gallows, oh-oh-oh
Alive alone, alive alone
Alive alone, alive alone
And it's been cold
Despite my heating lantern, oh-oh-oh-oh
And I've been called
Wait to fool the phantom, oh-oh-oh-oh